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Do you ever see wild animals? I live in the city, and while where I live there are plenty of turkeys, pigeons, squirrels, raccoons, and so on, it can be very shocking to encounter anything that isn't a normal denizen of an urban area. The memory I moved into and apartment…
Do you ever see wild animals? I live in the city, and while where I live there are plenty of turkeys, pigeons, squirrels, raccoons, and so on, it can be very shocking to encounter anything that isn't a normal denizen of an urban area. The memory I moved into and apartment…
Just kidding
Just kidding
An unnecessary meal on which we gorge ourselves once we have evolved past the inconvenience of reality Postmodern Posthistory Posthuman Indulging in the pretense of socialization Breaking bread with friends After the heat death of the universebathing in total entropywhat do we snack on?
An unnecessary meal on which we gorge ourselves once we have evolved past the inconvenience of reality Postmodern Posthistory Posthuman Indulging in the pretense of socialization Breaking bread with friends After the heat death of the universebathing in total entropywhat do we snack on?
I don't really have one method or process by which I create. And I hope that I never will.
I don't really have one method or process by which I create. And I hope that I never will.
Starting is the hardest part. This is me starting. See? I'm just writing that I'm starting. There's nothing insightful or earth shattering here. There isn't even anything interesting. This is what it looks like when you start writing. No, this is what it looks like when I start writing. I…
Starting is the hardest part. This is me starting. See? I'm just writing that I'm starting. There's nothing insightful or earth shattering here. There isn't even anything interesting. This is what it looks like when you start writing. No, this is what it looks like when I start writing. I…
The only love you've ever known is that of a collector for his butterflies. You spend your life nailed down to corkboards—examined but never known, seen but never understood. You're a forgotten specimen hanging in the background, a part of the scenery for someone else's life.
The only love you've ever known is that of a collector for his butterflies. You spend your life nailed down to corkboards—examined but never known, seen but never understood. You're a forgotten specimen hanging in the background, a part of the scenery for someone else's life.
- W.H.E Dickinson-Auden
- W.H.E Dickinson-Auden
Alfred Jarry
Alfred Jarry
Discover the 75,000-year-old Blombos Cave ochre engraving—possibly the world’s first doodle, born from boredom and imagination.
Discover the 75,000-year-old Blombos Cave ochre engraving—possibly the world’s first doodle, born from boredom and imagination.