Myfanwy Collins’s Comments

There’s something liberating about this lifestyle of moving from house to house with your bag of stuff. There’s also something voyeuristic about it. In the end, though, the transient life of the pet sitter is a bit sad. Where do you belong? Who will accept you? The pets—you grow to love them, maybe, but they are not yours. Essentially, you belong nowhere and have nothing.

I do see my life as a timeline. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but the only option it gives me is to see clearly behind me, and not so clearly in front of me. Essentially, I am obsessed with death and the afterlife—I want to believe that our time is infinite. I want to believe this more than I want to believe anything else.

I am nothing without shame. Daily, it runs through my yard with a head in its mouth, never letting me forget because it knows that in my core I am a fuck-up.

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