I've seen this cat

The university library had always been a sanctuary for me. The weight of knowledge contained in its walls created a pleasant pressure, as if gravity were slightly stronger among the stacks. I had been researching temporal bifurcations for my dissertation, a subject that had consumed three years of my life and produced little more than academic skepticism and gentle suggestions from my advisor to pursue something more "grounded."

It was between the collected works of Hans Reichenbach and a worn co...