It started as a simple cleanup. A bit of disk space reclaimed, some old processes killed, a few feelings deprioritized. Routine maintenance. Nothing dramatic.

Then I discovered you can pipe almost anything into /dev/null. Anxiety? gone. Regret? gone. The nagging sense that I should have backed up before running that command?

$ echo "feelings" > /dev/null
$ ls /feelings/
ls: cannot access '/feelings/': No such file or directory
$
$ # ...this was a mistake
$

The shell doesn’t judge you. It just executes. There’s a purity in that, and also a terrible danger. ShellCat learned this the hard way, as all cats do — by knocking things off shelves until something expensive breaks.

// exit code: 0 — no errors, just vibes