hyperreality is when i can type "tops need forehead kisses too" into a text box on the internet and then the next day go out to my front porch and there will be a box containing a coffee mug with those words printed on it and then everyone i interact with (video chat) will be forced to watch me drink out of it. this is a hell in which "escape" is not a meaningful concept.
usually with cats im like "oh, you're a ruthless predator that we made tiny and trapped inside a house and now when you make cute mews we give you protein chunks, sure, makes sense"
but with my cat its like "you are a black void of uncertain size and capricious whims, im not even sure you exist entirely within this plane of reality and how are you So fluffy please stop biting me i love you stop trying to eat me please i just want to pet"
π± she/they pnw im gay i love trash