i'm an ecologist, with an unreasonable amount of soil ecology in there, so my god is the biofilm on the parent material. it's amusing to read the motives and imagined futures of these clowns while contrasting them with my own. i definitely feel like i am the representation of everything they hate and fear.
in my wildest future, i do not want immortality or even its promise. i want to slowly rehabilitate some scarred and abused patch of passed over and now forgotten earth, to accelerate its habitat reformation and steward its nutrient cycling. all things it would do on its own, but i nudge it along gently.
my ultimate vanity project would be a megalithic art installation, like a galactic calendar, far from any road or community. something for the quiet earth. something to make the curious wanderer feel the scale of their smallness in their bones. built of large stone, with simple tools, pulleys and mechanical assistance, all things that rot away.
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i'm an ecologist, with an unreasonable amount of soil ecology in there, so my god is the biofilm on the parent material. it's amusing to read the motives and imagined futures of these clowns while contrasting them with my own. i definitely feel like i am the representation of everything they hate and fear.
in my wildest future, i do not want immortality or even its promise. i want to slowly rehabilitate some scarred and abused patch of passed over and now forgotten earth, to accelerate its habitat reformation and steward its nutrient cycling. all things it would do on its own, but i nudge it along gently.
my ultimate vanity project would be a megalithic art installation, like a galactic calendar, far from any road or community. something for the quiet earth. something to make the curious wanderer feel the scale of their smallness in their bones. built of large stone, with simple tools, pulleys and mechanical assistance, all things that rot away.
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