• an octopus commented on the post, fire 6 years, 11 months ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, actual 6 years, 11 months ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, knows 6 years, 11 months ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, due 6 years, 12 months ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, stir 6 years, 12 months ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, living 6 years, 12 months ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, presented 7 years ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, methods 7 years ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, object 7 years ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, cook 7 years ago

    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.

  • an octopus commented on the post, local 7 years ago

    i am a local now. i know the smell of the air as the ferry gets in. i can pick out the tourists just by the time of day they are travelling, or the turn-off they take at the bottom of the bypass. i know the names of the neighbourhoods. i can navigate the backroads. nevertheless, i am still an outsider.

  • an octopus commented on the post, received 7 years ago

    i received the letter weeks later. i had been checking my mailbox almost neurotically, day after day. sadly, what the little envelope held was nowhere near as exciting as what i had been hoping for. still, just the thought of her holding it made my wait almost worthwhile.

  • an octopus commented on the post, mention 7 years ago

    don’t mention his name, whatever you do. please, it’s really a kindness. those two syllables will send me down a confusing torrent of emotions i don’t feel like dealing with right now. his name is everywhere, too. i can’t avoid it. that’s the problem with small towns. that’s the problem with mutual friends.

  • an octopus commented on the post, thought 7 years ago

    thoughts are dragging me down. Everything is over analyzed. Thoughts make you unhappy. Thoughts question, thoughts nag, thoughts make everything heavier than it should be. Thoughts are what have made the human species great but malcontent. Thoughts cause unrest. To placate the masses, make the media thoughtless.

  • an octopus commented on the post, employees 7 years ago

    i am an employee. i will be an employee my whole life. 9 to 5. 8.5 hour shifts. half hour unpaid break. our lives are divided into segments, paid and unpaid. our passions fall second to our duties, something that has been going on for eons. a tiger is the employee of himself, his job, to hunt for food. humans are no better, the only difference is…[Read more]

  • an octopus commented on the post, sonar 7 years, 4 months ago

    Radio waves and sound waves, both -ar, like a spanish verb. Sonoy. Not as fast as the speed of electricity.

  • an octopus commented on the post, primitive 7 years, 7 months ago

    anti-intellectualism chokes society. because, whether you like it or not, we are all primitive. it is in my opinion that we can move forward in a much better fashion after we grasp this. our ancestors came from […]

  • an octopus commented on the post, tasting 7 years, 7 months ago

    tastes like failure. like the mundane, the metallic tang of the spoon i sit on is my most interesting flavour. no wonder i remain a side dish.

  • an octopus commented on the post, gladiator 7 years, 7 months ago

    gladiators fight lions. helmets made of bronze, outdated, outmoded. part of a gory tradition of the roots of civilization. human nature is perhaps expressed well forcing others to fight to the death.

  • an octopus commented on the post, catcher 7 years, 8 months ago

    we read, not out of the sheer pleasure of it, but because our marks depended on it. what an excuse to read, to thumb the pages with a mild interest. it is a way to read, but not the best way to read. the best way […]