Random.

Okay, so this is how it feels to be confused. I get that.
This is the feeling of being free, but at the same time trapped in a cage. I get that too.

David Bowie keeps repeating over and over again. Rebel rebel, hot tramp I love you so.

And my father just adopted a new family member. A homless cat.

I was thinking of something random the other night. If a heart weight 300 gram...is that your proportion of love? Can you weigh love?