The Cat Inside The Frame Quotes

“i’m writing this as georgie, or maybe i’m just pretending to be him again — the one who stayed when the rest of me couldn’t. nothing here is real, not the camera, not the body it remembers, not even the grief that pretends to be truth. these are notes to self, but the self keeps changing shape: one day i’m the man holding the lens, the next i’m the cat inside it, flickering in the frame between absence and light. october never ended; it just rearranged itself into ten days that felt like forever — the days after the light left, when i learned that survival is just another word for repetition, for breathing through the ghosts. i filmed to remember, but every frame erased me a little more, until all that was left was his breath, looping through the static — the illusion of life continuing after love has burned clean. if i close my eyes long enough, i can still hear him purr through the walls of the mind, soft and endless, reminding me that art isn’t made by the living but by the ones who haunt them. and maybe that’s the secret: georgie never died. he just moved into the story. — j.h., living colorful beauty, 2025”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Living Colorful Beauty