There are 214 tiles lining the shower wall. Most are uniform in shape, ubiquitous in intent and, having stood here in the temperate flow for 12 minutes, I’ve discovered that they’re individual universes. One tile stands out to me in particular. A silhouette can be made out in the blackened edges of the stonework. Looks like a cat peering out of a square window and the more I stare, the more I realise - it is. I’m bathing beside a multiverse, watched by feline eyes and oh! That reminds me. I squat slightly, bringing a razor to my own fur.
About the Creator
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I’m a writer, a storyteller, a lunatic. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer, turning moments into multiverses and making homes out of them.
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