I Sold Part of My Brain.

12 Feb, 2026

I did not do that. But, that would be kind of cool. Sorry for the click bait.

I hear the sound of my cat’s tail wisping on the tabletop as I type this. She is sitting on my desk; I could pet her now if I wanted to. That’s how close she is. It seems that Olive is enjoying something outside—from the window, I can see her sun-soaked reflection. She is beautiful. It’s going to suck when she dies.

Here is a poem I wrote on substack. Maerd