theoutrageousoctopus
fire is the release of energy. the sun seems firey, but is really something quite different. fires burn and fires die, fires can mean safety or destruction. fires can be tame candles or something uncontrollable. since they can be anything, they seem rather useless as a metaphor. nonetheless, fire means power.
les actualites. actually translates to as we speak in French. what is actually happening? millions of births and deaths and war and dinnertime and everything else we humans can experience.
who knows what comes next? no one. no one can predict the future because otherwise causality would be broken. it's true that time isn't absolute, but there is no way to know your own future because your time frame is continuous relative to you. actually, i have no idea if this is true or makes any sense, i'm just making stuff up.
my payment is due. i spend my whole life scrabbling to find the money for it. pulling together nickles and dimes, little coins no one wanted that got left in my tip jar. payments to friends, payments to enemies. i owe everything. i will never be self-sufficient. arguments over money are the most heated.
stirrings in the world are finally coming to this town. it takes a long time for change to wind its way down the tangled paths that lead here. isolation keeps us safe, but life here is stagnant.
living things. self-replicating, evolving webs of carbon. one cannot help but ask the cliched question: are we alone? i cannot even begin to fathom the possible dishes that could be cooked up with the elements of creation in the stewpot of evolution.
i was presented, like a dog at a dog show. my mother may as well have been dragging me by a leash, affixed around the neck of my dress. i wore that involuntarily too, like a collar. this facade was too much. i was simply a pet.
methods are the most important thing in experiments. your experimental method must be carefully determined. sadly, life can not always be set up ideally, even if you use the best methods. there are simply too many variables.
people are not objects. the object of the game is to be an object. nobody is objective. even the most objective person to exist, a judge, is not perfectly objective.
i like to cook. flavours are like a puzzle, but not a logic puzzle, an art puzzle. you must know the nuances of every flavour and have the imagination to feel the ghosts of what a combination would taste like on your tongue. i'm still at the stage of sticking with recipes.
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