If Cats Disappeared from the World

Once I reached home, I clattered up the stairs and opened the cardboard-thin door to the cramped little space that I called home. It was then that the realization of the utter hopelessness of my situation finally caught up with me. The outlook was bad. I mean literally, for I couldn’t see a thing all of a sudden, and then I fainted right there on the doorstep.

This life will someday have to end, so until that final day arrives,

Do what you want to do, do it, do all you can,

That’s how you face tomorrow.

But it wasn’t long until I was overcome by a bottomless sadness. I was only thirty years old. Okay, I know that means that I’ve lived longer than Hendrix and Basquiat, but somehow I felt like I still had a lot of unfinished business. There must be something, I didn’t know what, but something on this planet that only I was meant to accomplish.

stamp away from earning a free massage at the spa, and also that I shouldn’t have stocked up on so much toilet paper and laundry detergent during my last shopping trip.

Well, no, that’s a lie. Maybe that’s not exactly what happened.

The fact of the matter is, in reality people tend to be surprisingly calm when they hear news like this.

When I found out my diagnosis, the first thought that popped into my head was that I was one

I couldn’t think of ten things I wanted to do before I died.