this is claire, whom i’ve never met.

her father, doug, with whom i’m only slightly better acquainted, made an absurdly generous contribution to my cat’s mastectomy fund. i can’t really say why; the attached note, written on the reverse of a lovely vermeer print, offered only the following elaboration:

“i have two cats, so i know.”

i can only hope to someday become the kind of person who approaches dim acquaintances with such compassion and generosity.

[ doug is a donor to midnight's surgery fund. if you made a contribution and are still waiting for your drawing, i appreciate your patience, and assure you, contritely, convincingly, that i will get to it soon. a variation on this drawing can be found below. at first i thought the halftone screen looked kinda cool, and then i thought it looked like a flyer for a progressive trance party in 1998. and then some lingering ghost of a former self got excited to attend such a party, and so i decided, ultimately, to share it with those of you who have actively sought something more intimate than front page me. ]