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Come back, human.
Give me your hand.
Let me taste it.

Evolutions: Fifteen myths that explain our world.
Oren Harman


I begin to think the current issue is a mass hysteria, a madness of crowds. The vague anxieties manifesting as misogyny, racism and hysteria. It’s happened before, but this could be a massive, world wide event, and just as weird and irrational as always. But magnified by millions, billions even.

That it has happened before, although on a smaller scale, comforts me. It’s impersonal, but not unprecedented.

And I love the idea of an octopus tasting me.

Our cats do.

Moby has become a cat of laps, and will avail himself of either of us. Eleanor considers anyone laying down as an appealing bed. To be kneaded and purred over.

I must take my worries as universal, and on the scale of eternity. It’s all impersonal. Although I begin to doubt it’s indiffferent. I think it cares, but not on a human scale, or to our personal benefit. Or maybe it is, but we can’t see it from this viewpoint.

Thinking about making a list of life hacks, but with outdated items for very modern problems. A buggy-whip for your Starbucks coffee, a shoe button hook to clean your keyboard sort of thing.