December 19th, 2021

Rats do not Scrabble. No, we do not have the means.
Rats scramble.
We scurry from place to place; on the run…we live life on the Edge.
"The Edge": that threshold between filth and finery, between trash and treasure, between sewage and succor.
We scramble. We scatter. But we sing in ecstasy of that joie de vivre—joie des rats. The Joy of the Rats.