ramshackle @limni@pawbs.club

actually, thinking about it, how would a quadrupedal body plan affect a hypothetical alien's approach to ship design? what kinds of interfaces would exists? what kinds of anchoring and movement-facilitating technologies would be developed?

look at us, drifting through the ship, uselessly treading water as we float towards the wall, bracing for the inevitable and impotent thud of impact

coming from a family of storytellers makes it hard to resist the impulse, though

narrativising anything is going to result in a loss of information, and it always makes us extremely nervous to do so

it's difficult not to dig in our claws and turn to rage and spite whenever we feel something threatening our precious little models, even knowing that holding on can be poison

will this ever get easier?

the song in question
https://youtu.be/0EnrFe3Zb6k
of monsters and men - human

we're at a place right now where we can be mostly at peace with the beasts within us, but when we first heard omam's "human", we were still very much afraid of ourself and what we could become if we ever lost vigilance

that particular song became the soundtrack for our unfettering

the more times we listen to OMAM's beneath the skin, the more we find that we can relate to

like "human" doesn't hit the same notes for us that it used to, but it's still impactful, and empire and black water and wolves without teeth...

the lyric videos probably play a role in how much we like this album -- each one is as much a character study as it is a performance, and add an interesting depth that we can't really separate out from our overall experience of each song

we want to feel trees moving past us, the pressure of proximity and sharp caress of winter air keeping us true, in pursuit of delicious and enthralling scent and movement and sound

today seems to be a "deep thoughts; small brain" kind of day for us

can't seem to get any of our ideas fleshed out so our notes-to-self chat is just a mountain of sentence fragments rn lol

it is difficult to type accurately with paws

we may just be a dumb pile of animals and abstract concepts stumbling around aimlessly, but at least we're a _cute_ dumb pile of animals and abstract concepts stumbling around aimlessly

that has to count for something, right?

throwing peanuts at randall marijuana's corpse in the hopes that something interesting might happen

there's a memory that we're skating around the edges of, large and somehow obscured by a cloud of sensation, echoing from present to past

the fox prodded us out on another drive, aiming to taste some ocean air, and to dig our claws into pebble and sand, but the smoke rolled back in about 45 minutes into the drive, and we turned back around

swallowed by a vicious, vengeful sea
darker days are raining over me
in the deepest depths i lost myself
i see myself through someone else

https://youtu.be/AILsB9G8qEw

it's incredibly difficult for us not to want to kool-aid-man burst through every wall in sight, especially metaphorical ones

it's unhealthy to expect to be functionally emic everywhere, but having a drive towards flexibilty and broad cultural fluency isn't in itself a bad thing