Cats

Cats

I have never once actually thought about the act of looking at something like I did while looking at Cats.

I am looking at the Cats. I am looking at something with my eyes, and having those eyes process the information into my brain. The Cats have created chemicals inside, dancing in the membrane of my mind.

I am looking at the Cats' hands. They are still human. I am looking at skin. I am looking at fur stopping just below the wrist. I realize I am looking at something symbiotic. Both man and animal, human and technology. I am looking at mutations.

I am looking at the hands. I am looking at the hands of hundreds of VFX artists, toiling for hours on a work that remains, still, unfinished. I am looking at the families they've abandoned to make all the other parts of these Cats' bodies inhuman. I am looking at children left behind on Christmas. I am looking at tails made of pixels.

I am looking at faces. Faces I recognizes, actors I have seen before. Sometimes the faces have fur, and sometimes they do not. I am looking at the faces of animators; tired, exhausted, defeated. They are now chemicals too. I am looking at them. They live inside of me now.

I am looking in the mirror. My face is not the same. My face is now chemicals, swimming in my head. My face lives with the faces of the Cats. I am looking at myself looking. Perhaps the chemicals are now chemicals too.

I am looking. I am looking. I am looking.

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