Undefined Disorders 2nd Era: All That Remained Were the Seashells of Those Days

not knowing where we would go next, we were talking with cats by the sea. dozens of cats, a hint of salt in the air, a bloated fish, and sea urchins smashed on crumbling concrete with spines already beginning to rot— that’s what I remember. kittens playing with bones, must have caught the attention of the people walking by, and the boats trying to reach the shore. everyone, in a rush, was pulling the ropes until their hands were sore. and then, those tired hands would go on to gently pet the warm, tiny heads with pulses you could feel.

the shore, where the coast met a road close to the town, was full of cars and people. as always, that day too, I was complaining about how crowded it was. I was dreaming of a planet inhabited only by cats and fish.



June, 2025
 by Demon Ego