Ce que je vois
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My triumph is my incomprehensible loss. My self is split along an intractable dilemma. The problem is unsolvable no matter how many times I have tried.
The dog-cops tried to give me an $800 ticket for having Clover off leash in the park we always play in. I lied to get out of it, saying I don’t actually live in this city. I was successful in my deceit but now we have to avoid the park for an unknown amount of time. This inconvenience adds itself to a seemingly endless list of little irritations, all of them stacking on top of the incomprehensible tragedy at the centre of my life.
We find a ruelle to play ball in for now. The buildings act as barriers keeping her safe from the street, and it’s a ruelle few cars pass through. Day after day as I drag myself through depression, pain, grief, I take clover to the ruelle and throw the green tennis ball into the bright white snow.
