WHAT AM I WITHOUT YOU?

good morning world who’s ready for another day of feeling slightly nauseous and weird about everything

I think it would be really wonderful if seagulls were constructed more like bottles with a mystery inside. What I'm imagining is that were you to catch one, you could then unscrew its face and there would be a glowing gem nestled in some sort of gilded socket. The Core of the Gull so to speak. Then you could swap that around with other seagulls, and after screwing the faces back on they would fly off as if nothing happened. Hm... Is this too esoteric, or do some of you see what I am getting at?

Sometimes I wish there were a real element of physical skill in mathematics. Like I could be stuck at a proof, and having consulted unsuccessfully with my friends, determine that there is no path forward through mind. In such a state, I would journey out into the wilderness and punch a cave wall until my hand is shaking and broken so that it cracks open and I can peer through that crack for a just a moment, right before the protective cave secretions seal the crack shut, and glimpse the answer to my mathematical problem. It wouldn't be something to do every time I am stuck, as it would be very physically demanding. But it would be nice to have the option. The certain path to fall back upon, reassuring me, in my mathematical journey.

i wish my brain were not full of gludge. i would like to be using it & because of the gludge i cannot do that.

[ID: A photograph featuring wall tiles. In a gap, a shark is doodled on the grout. An arrow points to the shark from writing saying “grout white shark.” End ID.]