Sewing

I have this one sweater with shredding sleeves, quite in the process of falling apart. In turns, I rip it a bit further, then tie the black ends back together. Depending on my mood, sometimes I just play with the strings like a gentle cat, neither destroying nor mending. I like the way the threads feel and I even highly enjoy the very idea of them. That they have taken the impact of endless countertops and desks, and have ruffled many a time against the computer keyboard. This is not an insight. This just is one of those other things.