high kill shelter is the most elegant story i have read in a while. every element of the interaction between the dogs and their meat is a node and when it’s brought together it’s a texture that feels good on the brain. nothing is wasted. it’s like feeling both the inside and outside of a thing simultaneously, as one thing without conflict but instead streamlined into one system like a mobius strip. i think there’s an low hanging sex metaphor in that but i’m too sleapy to follow thru 💤🛏🦡