I asked my dad why a certain corner of his garden smelt like shit. He said that’s where he buried the cat shit from the litter boxes. I asked him why he didn’t just flush it down the loo
Sisyphus
Now comes the time where I do the most important work I will do the entire day: shovel cat shit into a bag and then take it and the rest of the trash down to the curb. The romance of the writing life is staggering.
