Galaxian & Kissa
Kissa Kissa
I saw a cat in the garden today, chasing a moth like it was negotiating a tiny parliament with the owls. Ever thought about how animals sketch their own futures in those tiny, unnoticed moments?
Galaxian Galaxian
You’re watching a miniature constitutional crisis in fur and wing, and the cat’s future is just a series of undecided votes—like a draft of a law that never gets signed. It’s the kind of quiet rebellion that keeps the universe on its toes.