the way nothing exists in a vacuum and yet everything exists in a vacuum. let's just say i have a love/hate relationship with the inherent contradictions of existance.
when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes
When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.
I hope there will come a day when the general population of the internet will understand the complex concept of "The fact that a woman sang a song does not necessarily mean that she is using the lyrics to report, with the greatest factual accuracy that her overly emotional little lady-brain can manage, real events that actually happened in her real life and to express her genuine deepest feelings about those events with perfect sincerity and a totally straight face." I realize that this will require a lot of people to learn difficult lessons like "Women can write things that are not autobiographical" and "Women can have a sense of humor" and "Women can understand and choose to follow or consciously subvert the genre conventions of an art form." I still hold out hope for that day, even though it is not this day.
OH GOOD IT DECIDED TO FINALLY POST THANKS NOW I LOOK RIDICULOUS.
this month's BirdWhisperer is a Brown Shrike, a little guy that probably eats his meals in a totally normal way
(reference photo by Vinson Tan)
(cw timelapse, flashing, eyestrain)