“‘No, you’re not listening,’ he said. ‘Everything you see that’s good, it came from the Aliens. The mountains, the trees, the rivers —’
‘Jennifer Lawrence,’ his brother interrupted.
‘— and the bad stuff, that’s people. War, bombs, greed, pollution —’
‘Coldplay,’ his brother interjected.
‘You’re kind of a freakshow,’ their sister said. ‘Both of you.'”
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.