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Mark Rothko, Light Over Deep, 1956

I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don't ask about the raccoon.

My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.

Mark Rothko, Untitled (Red, Blue, Orange), 1955, oil on canvas, 66 5/8 x 49 3/8 in. Signed “Mark Rothko” on the reverse