we saw a lady crossing harold park with a can and a water bowl and i knew she was a cat lady looking for this cat so i stopped and talked about cats and everything else going on in the park world, like obomba, who she once campaigned for and now sees with disgust and grief as the corporate ho he really is. we talked about how invincible his propaganda is, how everyone still makes excuses for him, and how he uses his blackness not to help people but as his cloak of invisibility which hides his crimes against freedom, especially black freedom, in the place he furtively launched his ultra-rich trajectory into fame power money elite.
we didn't see the cat, but i got her number.