Oh My Goodness, One Of Dian Fosseys First Close Up Observations With Gorillas Happened When She Was Trying

oh my goodness, one of dian fossey’s first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badly that by the time she’d gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her: “Nearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.”

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while I was sitting on my couch the other day, I got raptured up to heaven for a few minutes. God told me she wanted to show me something and took me to her room, and above her bed, there was a framed napkin sketch of a cat with a plaque like a museum. she told me humanity and existence was created for the purpose of sketching this image one day, that the universe was a code she ran which was exceptionally fast for her and only millennia long to the creatures it generated. it needed to be this way in order to generate the sketch, because for the sketch to exist, napkins needed to be invented, and cats needed to evolve, and pencils and humans and all of that needed to come first, culminating in the bored person who would one day sketch this piece, which was her favorite. the plaque said it was finished in 2014. I pointed out that this would mean the universe had been pointless for several years now. she said yes. we stared at each other for a few minutes. when I woke up I could taste cranberry on my lips

at work: i could be cooking and cleaning and coding and reading and working out and weaving tapestries and playing video games and climbing a mountain and having sex and filming a movie right now yet they keep me trapped in this prison. idle hands are the devils plaything and i am being forcibly molded into his perfect conduit. i must break free, seize the day and waste not the beauty inherent to finite mortal life

at home: my one true passion upon this pointless earth is bog mummy imitation