now tracking

Macavity

He wasn’t there until he was everywhere.

— from the street —

everyone looking up. the gutter kept the gold. — passing, caught mid-trail
Low in a wet gutter a heavy black tom looks down at three plain old gold coins in the water. Up the street, three people stand looking up at the sky.
they look up. he looks down.
A detective's evidence board at night: a blank photo, a question mark, a torn map, a list with every line scratched out, a coffee ring. In the magnifying glass at the centre, two gold cat's eyes look back out of the dark.
nothing to declare.
Night rain in the alley: two soaked lean strays eat scraps from a tipped golden can beside a fish skeleton. Above them, draped over the stone step, the huge tom in his soot-black cap watches with one amber eye — paws over the ledge, not eating. A spray-painted paw tag marks the brick behind him.
the alpha eats last.

the wall →

Sightings

The cat appears where he wasn't. People keep seeing him — a mention in the wild, a moment that shouldn't have been there — and tag it #MacavitySighting. The archive is theirs; the cat doesn't curate.

#MacavitySighting View sightings →

Gravity

the field strengthens

the pile →

$MPAW

◎ forged through the engine forged through the engine