(Prepair to be confused)

The Apostophe to Vincentine was a look at how an incomprehensible man made sense of an obscure world and discovered that the rabbit is indeed the king of ghosts. Its revenge to be lorded over in death by a rabbit, the representative of everything we’ve hurt or destroyed or failed to protect while we were alive. The domination of black over our consciousnesses and the bright white of that rabbit’s fur in contrast are beautiful and in hindsight make it all worth it. We hurled gray stones at gray pigeons, calling them diseased and yet feeding their reproduction with our lazy filthiness and littering. The man carrying things and how he trapes through groups of fleeing birds without a second consideration. But if there were a mountain covered in cats that would be truly something to behold.