Last night when I was having a sly cigarette out my bedroom window at one o’clock in the morning, a fox ran right down my road, it was the very first time I’d ever seen a fox in the flesh and I didn’t get what it was doing down my road since it’s a dead end and consists of six houses but then it just stopped, really still, for about three seconds and then turned to face me in the upstairs bedroom window, and it looked at me like it noticed I was there. That night I went back to bed and realized that someone besides a human is aware of my existence and didn’t look straight through me. It was like one of those moments where you change your whole perspectives on the way you see things. What may seem bizarre and weird to you is my normal, so sorry if none of you get any of this.