“Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass. […] We’re in the world, not against it. […] The world is, no matter how we think it ought to be. You have to be with it. You have to let it be.”
seeing the restaurant industry collectively shit itself because they refuse to pay a livable wage is music to my ears. even after federal unemployment ends i hope they all stay understaffed, struggling, begging, closing early, etc. when a restaurant announces it’s in danger of shutting down i become…excited…🤤
This post is about big business restaurants not mom and pop restaurants please thrive
nah they ain’t safe either we smoking on that mom n pop pack if they pay slave wages too. it’s equality.
a feather duster worm merm in housing that could use some repair. these merms are basically regular feather duster worms but huge and sapient. instead of building tubes for themselves, they make elaborate but temporary humanoid shells that resemble statues. even though these shells don’t reflect the worm’s real body at all, they’re strangely consistent. the ‘body type’ for each worm stays roughly the same and the shells even seem to age with each build.
if you come upon a statue garden at the bottom of the sea full of faceless stages of life ever changing, stop to say hello. that’s a worm friend.
