“Y’know” one of the men sitting around the table began, “it’s the strangest thing. There is this dog showing up every evening, and I’ve taken to giving it some pats and something to eat. Don’t know where it comes from or where it goes, but it always comes back”

“Hold on” one of the others said, “I have one too”

“Me too” the two others said, albeit not in unison

“Could it be” the first man pondered, “that it’s the same dog all around?”

After a short burst of comparison, they concluded that it indeed was so. The mystery of origin and destination remained, however

“This sentence is not true”

He had her attention now. Her big eyes grew even bigger as she contemplated the contradiction. Either the sentence was true, in which case it was a lie, which made it true again. Or it was false, which made it true, which made it false again. This was too much to take in at once, the collapse of categories into an infinite regression from which there was no escape. Truth is meaningless now, and –

She meowed disinterestedly, and went to find another napping spot. One without philosophers waking her up with strange mouth noises

“You!” she bellowed

And so the chase was on. Across a mall, across a playground, across an overdimensioned parking lot, across a well-watered urban lawn – the chase crossed them all. But then, inevitably, she caught up with him, and the gig was up

The giggle, on the other hand, was just about to begin. She knew he was ticklish beyond belief, and nothing brought her more joy than bringing the giggle to life. The fact that he was far larger than her four year old self did not matter – she only had eyes for the chase

Laughing, he lifted her affectionately and carried her back to the others. This silly goose had been caught

The date did not go well. Not only did he open up by making an elaborate distinction between Marxism and Leninism, he then kept going about how we should not overlook the merits of Maoism in our attempt to stay current. The he launched into a monologue about

She was not above admitting that she zoned out at this point. Indeed, they both seemed to be in the zone at that moment, albeit quite different ones. At length, he seemed to reach some sort of conclusion

“…and that’s how a real revolution takes place”

“That’s nice dear”, she said absentmindedly,  thinking about how to best end this relationship before it began

Being sick sucks. She had arrived at this conclusion after a lengthy empirical investigation, including a lot of sneezing. It would all end at some point – so everyone told her – but until then it would continue to suck. Something about getting worse before it got better

One of the changes brought about by this bout of sickness was that Pixel, resident cat and documented loner, had started to nap on her. At first, she had been too weak to lift him off, and now it was too late. She was his official napping spot

This is how things are now

Temporary solutions sure have a way of becoming permanent, he thought as he looked at the piece of furniture. After having asked around, it was clear that it stood where it stood because it had been placed there whilst moving in, and no one had moved or touched it ever since. One person claimed it had been placed in that one spot in order to make it easier to get the beds to and – as it turned out – fro

The weight of years overcame him, and he did what had not been done for so long. He made a difference

It annoyed her. “It” being all the small things he did without thinking. A gulping noise here, a breathing sound there, a creak in the floorboard when there should be none. She had not considered that someone could stand wrong, but he did it, and that on the reg

The only thing worse than his presence, she thought resignedly, would be his absence. Love doth make fools of us all, and make us insist that the madness continues with full force. Lest it becomes worse

Love is being annoyed by another person, and insisting on it. She’d tell him, later, when he was slightly less annoying