S'on i est c'on hors en isse

It can be somewhat disheartening when you the artisans and craftsman of yesteryear who created miracles out of limited technology go forgotten. Always nice to see someone somewhere making tributes to them.

i feel like im a weird age where i got just a blurry glimpse at the world Before. it used to be cold in the mornings and websites had fun games and the search results showed you what you searched for. covid wasn't a thing. can anybody fucking hear me. did i dream it all????

[ID. two photos of sculptures made from slices of sourdough, pads of butter and bits of cucumber. the first photo shows a bed with a potted plant next to it and a chair, desk and computer in the background. the bed uses butter (and possibly a slice of similarly colored cheese) for the pillow and blanket and the plant uses part of a cucumber for the pot with thin strands poking out on top. the second photo focuses on the computer setup where the butter acts as the monitor screen there's another small cucumber plant. end ID.]

The OBSESSION with identity is so crazy like the view that when you do something it immediately becomes part of your identity and all the parts of you have to click together to become “person who wakes up early” or “person who reads” no you can literally just do something without restructuring your whole performance of personhood around it. I don’t know what to tell you except that you will never be able to have an entirely unfractured view of yourself or that you will be able to rationalize all the complex parts of yourself into the phrase “person who x” like you should just be doing things without performing them. Or aestheticizing them. Just try different things on and keep what works for you. Otherwise you will never learn and grow!

I love the word "beeline." youre in such a hurry youre doing bug movement

theres ALWAYS a relevant XKCD for everything huh

Im glad they made up romance for stories and music but can you imagine how scary it would be to deal with all that for real