I’m walking home from my first Postmodernism 101 class when Mum calls and tells me that the cat is dying. Cancer, she says — some rare kind of canine cancer. ‘Don’t you mean feline?’ I ask. ‘No,’ she says, andRead more…
I’m walking home from my first Postmodernism 101 class when Mum calls and tells me that the cat is dying. Cancer, she says — some rare kind of canine cancer. ‘Don’t you mean feline?’ I ask. ‘No,’ she says, andRead more…