The Cat and The City

by Nick Bradley

This wave of nostalgia which constantly reminds us that we can never go home again. That those kids sitting on the floor, so young and so happy, are dead and gone now. They’re never coming back.

For a cat is just a cat, and cannot change its nature.

I have begun reading The Art of War by Sun Tzu, who, despite being a Chink, was a clever man.