Life is harsh, not everything how you want it to be. Interruptions, disruptions, all sort of combined together in this meddiling ball of cat yarn, which to make matters worse, is being clawed at by the cat. We are always on the brink of death, life is fragile, the world is harsh and like so we must respond. Black must turn white, white must turn black. Only then will the harshness of this earth, be gone forever.