Putrefaction revives life. Unfair and opportunistic nature. Animal vanity reviving the melancholy of my heart. Make my death as beautiful as it is flowery. Created during my lonely nights, with only the icy hand of death weighing on my shoulder for company. An outlet work of my thoughts to the macabre sweetness. The silence of the night inspires me. While waiting to join this lucky animal, I content myself with making my pencil dance under the rays of the moon, for the glory of death. Homage to all my feline losses flown to the paradise of cats, but forever in my heart.