There is a cat that lives in the unit above me. It watches me with wide suspicious eyes whenever I'm outside on the balcony below him. This cat is pretty convinced I'm plotting against him in some way. This follows a reasonable logic. Cat's are cruel, calculating, compulsive killers, so there is plenty of reason to be hostile to them. That's got to be a stressful existence cats lead although you do have to respect their confidence in their abilities as killers.
The river was like a massive indigo snake coiling in the shadow of the canyons its eternal flow cut out of the very earth. Somewhere along the watery corridor, settled human life grew out of the muddy banks. The tribe sustained itself on the arterial river, steadily expanding and contracting with the rhythm of its flow like a beating heart. As far as anyone in the tribe knew no other arrangement had ever existed. The river had birthed them, molding sand and clay into flesh, and infusing the husks with its life-giving waters. Life under the desert’s smooth turquoise sky seemed safely stagnant. There was no inkling, no deciphered omens, absolutely no hunch of the approaching cataclysm lurking just out of sight obscured by the landscape’s jagged ridges. Not far from the isolated patchwork of green and brown earth settled by this tribe, the scion of ancient god well into his twilight years was on the cusp of fulfilling his divine purpose. Harmakar was sitting in the dust staring into t
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