my eyes are not open yet. “i would like to bask in the garden of eden for a passing minute more,” i say to the striped cat hanging on my walls with all its might, tail end nowhere in sight, “i enjoy its proposition.” the cat looks at me rather bemused. “you enjoy the suffrage,” it says. i am immediately taken back to my neighbourhood and the vacant flats i would explore with my friends. i had learned to pick locks from a young age. my father was amused by the idea. my mother, on the other hand, could never approve. while i am picking a lock, i see a striped tail and move after it.
-but i’ve rendered you a villain, right up until the moment you spoke to me.
-you belittle the force of my lies.
-how coarse are your stripes?
-i gracefully fall betwixt ice.
-no dice!
-so nice…
the fulcrum point 