Hidden Paths in the Trail A snail does not rush to the edge of a leaf; it carries a world of secret routes on the underside of its body. Each droplet of slime that it leaves is a thin veil, a membrane

The Quiet Path of Mucus In the soft hush of a server room, a single thread of data glides like a thin line of slime across a leaf. The slug does not rush; it leaves a wet record that can be read by any

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I was scrolling my feed when a post about this theory take my attention. This drag me into a rabbit hole that produce a number of post being this the first. Let's be honest, in a world obsessed with

🕹️📼 I miss that Atari energy when life felt like an endless game

Hot Flying Car-o-Meter is so hot, so spicy, its mere presence broke, rusted, and aged the traditional measuring instruments that had the audacity to think they could quantify its astounding abilities.

An introspective poem using an extended metaphor of a quarry to explore memories of the past.

What happens when we fill water under a bridge? No. What if instead we reversed the current? What if we dammed it, accumulated it, let it rise until it pressed against the bridge's underside making the

The phrase "spacecraft parking lot" resides in the modern language paradox: this figure encompassing technology and absurdity, a place that is not just a locality but an idea for all mankind

Have you all heard of the story of the donkey? The donkey that was buried alive by its master. Everytime the master threw dirt in the hole where he intended to bury the donkey, the donkey shook itself

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Nothing looks real as in tangible enough to rest on. Today looks just like yesterday in terms of normalcy. Yesterday stretches back into months and years with little variance between peak excitement and

What's that Greek myth again about drinking the waters of Lethe making humans forgetful creatures? I think macro history has some resemblance with how we function as a species on a micro level. My mum

What I see: a red rose covered with white crystals as the main focus of the picture, and in the background, what looks like a withered part of another rose

Hay en el folklore popular demasiadas frases que nos las enseñan desde niños y que se te quedan grabadas en el subconsciente, aunque nunca te hayas puesto a pensar detenidamente en lo que quieren decir.

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Your ticket out of here Have you ever felt pushed out, or unwelcome? Perhaps because you were loud, disagreed with, or simply didn't fit their style. Whether it was from a community, company, social circle,