The Militarization of the Moon: Cosmic cat

‘the militarization of the moon’ are notes taken from one sleepless night of spawning conspiracy via the Eniac. The computer is my technology at hand as an uninspired insomniac trawling the web, bound to fall into whatever paranoiac net has been left for me. I am talking probabilities. Or not quite, but almost. From its data/programming lingo, boxes within boxes, I was not at all that interested in learning the complexities of the mechanics but more following my own delirium and looking for cats, always looking for cats.
Thinking through using sexuate distinction- trope- as separation method and the cat as always a familiar or a psychonaut or stars! reflections on 21st century love. teach me how to move with you o furry purry starry thing.
And here are what the felines taught me that night:

The moon is a perfect balcony

And cats like to sit on windowsills.

Also they like to curl up inside boxes.

Everyone knows this.

(Austin Osman Spare)
Concluded in a meme