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Uuuuuuaaaauughhhhgsgsh life is beautiful death is beautiful and slime mold can DESIGN EFFICIENT TRANSPORT SYSTEMS!!! It also seems to SEE, FEEL, and THINK WITHOUT A BRAIN, EYES, or CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM!!! A Fungus and an algae can COMBINE in SYMBIOSIS to make an ENTIRELY NEW ORGANISM called LICHEN!!! And psilochbin, when ingested, can produce feelings of CONNECTEDNESS, which relates strongly to fungi's NATURAL ROLE in its ecosystem (that being connecting the forest through the Wood Wide Web and feeding its creatures), almost like WE'RE EXPERIENCING A BIT OF THE MUSHROOM'S OWN LIFE EXPERIENCE
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uhhhhhh actually i am creating new life and investing in microbiomes not known to you yet simply by laying very still and watching love is blind all day. this is productive and necessary.
Feb 29, 2024
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you ever see something so disgusting or bizarre online that you think to yourself "yeah, maybe i should go touch grass for a moment..."
May 2, 2024
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i may be rotting but not without a purpose
Feb 2, 2024
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Now drink 5 glasses of vodka, and the wall moves on its own!
Mar 2, 2025
I go to this little bookstore downtown and look for architectural photography books that I buy for like 7 bucks so I can recreate them in minecraft
Rn I'm SO into 70's mcm Japanese bungalows and Brutalist design
Feb 23, 2025
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Decomposition is the bridge between life and death, the little bit of tape that makes it the *circle* of life, non-linear. I'm OBSESSED lately. When we die, it's the natural process that fungi, bacteria, and other microbes ultimately consume our physical bodies.
I believe that as our brains, our nerves, neurons, etc are consumed, little bits of our pysche are being digested as well. Our conscioussness, little by little, becomes one with the mycelial network (a.k.a the "Wood Wide Web"), the soil. And maybe, through the food chain, as bits of our memories travel through the soil, to the grass, to the deer, to the lion, even to other humansβwe are kind of reincarnated, in a way.
Maybe, when I eat fries made from a potato that was grown from soil that carries the soul of a rabbit, I will catch a fraction of one of its memories: The softness of its mother's fur, the smell of the soil in its burrow, the shape of a shadow in the grass on a particular day.
Maybe I'll look at a tree one day, and the shadow it casts on the grass will look strangely familiar, but I won't remember where it came from.
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