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| author | Runxi Yu <me@runxiyu.org> | 2024-05-04 11:50:12 +0800 |
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diff --git a/article/dream-of-the-whisker.html b/article/dream-of-the-whisker.html deleted file mode 100644 index 7e6ff80..0000000 --- a/article/dream-of-the-whisker.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,56 +0,0 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" lang="en"> - <head> - <title>Dream of the Whisker</title> - <link rel="stylesheet" href="/style.css" /> - <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0" /> - <link rel="shortcut icon" href="/favicon.ico" type="image/x-icon" /> - <meta charset="utf-8" /> - </head> - <body> - <h1>Dream of the Whisker</h1> - <p>Article ID: 12*</p> -<p>I scratched my paws on my face and whiskers—it hurts a bit, but I -know I’ll be healed soon. It’s yet another morning, in my -beautifully-decorated cage—full of bright lights, gleaming gold, and -endless piles of canned food. The steel bars on the sides have became -exceedingly cold. I looked outside, into a rather warm living room, by -the creatures who called themselves, <em>Homo sapiens</em>. Their -laughter comes into my left ear and out the right. Laughter—something -that I would never be able to experience with confidence. Crawling back -to my comfortable enclosure, I waited.</p> -<p>Usually, around this time the humans would deliver me water and milk, -along with opening some canned food for me to <em>enjoy</em> in my warm -and fluffy bed. "Children", namely young humans, would come and play -with me, often taking weird photos of me with what they call a "phone", -saying that I’m "cute". I honestly have no idea what these mean, but I -guess it’s nice that I could bring them some fun. Now it’s been a while -and they still haven’t came. My intuition tells me that something has -changed. Only now did I realize, that what I feared has been true, all -along.</p> -<p>Humans do not care about me—as a cat—as a fellow conscious creature. -I gazed off into the distant field, out side of their windows. Warm, -green, and endless. I imagined having a friend, a real friend, to enjoy -my last moments in this world, in the warm sunshine. I imagined freedom, -the freedom to walk outside this prison.</p> -<p>I was in my dreams when a cold hand grabbed me by the leg. I leaned -forward, trying to escape the iron grip. But all was futile. Everything -blurred into a point, full of misery, and full of pain. Screaming, I was -taken to a room. Blinded by the fluorescent lights atop the ceiling, I -have chosen to accept my fate. I turned away, twisting my paws strapped -onto the chair, my whiskers embedded in the soft cotton. I did not want -to witness it.</p> -<p>My heart begins to slow down. My heart beats the last beat, and my -neurons fire the last impulse. As I fall into the singularity of -entropy, time ceases to exist. The laws of physics have always been -eternal, but the universe—<em>my</em> universe—has became static and -never-changing. I now do not fear, I won’t fear <span>…</span> I -<em>cannot</em> fear.</p> -<p>I just wonder, what I have left behind.</p> - <div id="footer"> - <hr /> - <p><a href="/">Runxi Yu's Website</a></p> - - </div> - </body> -</html> |