Monday, June 7, 2021
Beasts we mourn
I’m grieving for a little cat that I wanted to be my friend, but she wouldn’t participate. Grendal, Ian’s monster and by extension, Justine’s, and by super extension, Prince Myshkin’s role model and antagonist. She was a beautiful creature, emerald green eyes and white and gray fur that glowed and spun. She will live on in film and literature, becoming immortal. Here is a formal portrait I received as a gift, painted by Ian. Good-bye, sweet kitty. Good night. 💔
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