I know this account is for art, but I can’t help but vent today. I saw a kitty on the streets, unfortunately when I saw her she was no longer alive. I think I felt a crunch beneath my wheels, I didn’t run her over myself, she was already dead and there was blood absolutely everywhere, but maybe if I stopped to check I could’ve confirmed that. She can never lick her paws again, and her meows will never be heard, she will never get to eat again and I can’t help but feel like I could’ve done something. I’m so sorry kitty. Now I wanna die.
About 5 cars ran her over before I did, maybe even more since I don’t think I got there the moment she died. And no one that was by foot even reacted, they just glanced over and quickly looked back in disgust. I hate this place. And I hate myself for being another one in the crowd, that didn’t do anything. I just went to my class, like it meant anything.
If the world was beautiful, heaven wouldn’t need to exist for cats to peacefully lick their paws. They could just do that here, without ever getting ran over.
