was it raining, louis?

you may be losing the idgaf war but they wouldn't even let me enlist. on account of my poet's temperament.

It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider

Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal

fucked up how no matter how much literature you read there’s always literature that you haven’t read. and in fact there’s literature that you CANT read because it’s “only published in a language you don’t read” or “it is translated but every translation is straight up bullshit” or “it’s no longer extant” or something stupid like that and so it’s always going to be literature you’ve never read. you can’t read it all. sick n twisted

"imagine showing insert blank to a medieval peasant they'd die lol" personally i think if i saw the medieval peasant's night sky i'd start crying and never stop

*voice of someone craving even the tiniest sliver of control* i could make a spreadsheet,