Cat Food

Anxiety makes you selfish. Locked in your head, cognisant of little but your own needs – needs for safety, needs for reassurance. That’s why I’m sat here with a bag of cat food. It isn’t much, but it’s something. It’s a start. My brain needs anxiety; the cat needs food. I’m putting someone else’s needs first, for once. Or at least bringing those needs into the picture. Anyway. Here I am, on a park bench, with a bag  of cat food.

Joshua Seigal