I tried, but kitty persists on crawling back in there. It's a safe environment in the bag, looking at the world through a haze is what kitty is used to. Kitty wants not to be part of an orchestrated, two-faced faux-reality. Kitty thrives when kitty is alone, not lonesome, just in solitude. Kitty's most useful thoughts arrive in the hours where most are refreshing their banal, pre-programmed minds for the onset of their next pre-conceived day of action. Kitty cares not about the perception others have acquired of kitty's banal, mundane existence. Kitty's world was once one of bitterness, bitterness towards these alien creatures who kitty feels no empathy for, yet too much remorse for kitty to fully comprehend. Kitty shows little joy, and feels no satisfaction, kitty scours the world wide web refreshing certain websites in the hope of some stale catnip appearing. A like maybe, a share, an interaction. Whilst these things are known by kitty to be meaningless they seem to enhance the moment, in the same way moments were enhanced when kitty was devouring various substances and living a dream-state, fleeting from thought to thought like some cranial vagabond. Kitty needs not the attention, kitty needs not the approval of others, kitty just likes to know that kitty is real sometimes, yet understands that sometimes the world is too busy to acknowledge this. Kitty is rarely busy, kitty's main concerns are feeding, staying away from others and creating caustic sonic experiments based on the remnants of what was once kitty's healthy, inquiring mind. Kitty inquired too much. Kitty, to coin a phrase, fell down the rabbit hole. Kitty found the time vortex and stared at it for too long and now the drums beat where there was once lucid thought. Kitty became tired and retreated into the bag and even I, the meaningless human trapped inside this kitty's ideology, cannot force kitty back into the world.