A Day — With Simon Kitty And Matthy Lifeselector

As I walked out the door, Simon was already typing new parameters into the LifeSelector for tomorrow. I caught a glimpse of the screen. The next quest was “Bake a cake using only misshapen ingredients.”

Simon orders a salad with the dressing on the side. Kitty steals his croutons. Matthy doesn’t eat—just pushes vegetables around the plate, watching the sky. a day with simon kitty and matthy lifeselector

She is carrying three bags, two phones, and a cardboard box filled with what appears to be vintage Tamagotchis and rubber chickens. Her hair is dyed a shade of neon pink that actively hurts to look at. As I walked out the door, Simon was

At the store, I bought strawberries. Not because they were on sale, but because the cashier had tired eyes and the bright red seemed like a small gift I could leave behind. Kitty taught me to read micro-expressions: the mom hiding a tantruming toddler’s embarrassment, the teenager pretending not to be lost. By noon, I wasn’t just walking through the world. I was holding it. Exhausting. Beautiful. Kitty steals his croutons