my bus reading material is currently zadie smith's On Beauty.
so as i was reading this morning i looked at my black t-shirt and it was covered in cat hair. no matter what i do i am always a walking hairball.
back in Passau i used to go to this billiard hall called "cafe alibi." there was this guy that worked there...alfonse...alois? i don't remember. but i was fascinated by him. he reminded me somehow of a dr. seuss character. if dr. seuss had created a gigolo.
anyway, one day andi and i were in the fussgaengerzone and i saw alfonsois walking along. i pointed him out and started to follow him for a bit. when i noticed that his shirt was covered in cat hair.
andi: "i think that's beautiful...i would never think to not wear a shirt just because it was covered in cat hair..."
you know what andicat, neither would i.
xo.
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