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It’s a shame that we can only really know if someone had the most perfect stomach or liver once they’re dead. Thinking about bodybuilding again. We can control, to an extent, how much muscle we put on and where. We can also control, to an extent, how much fat we put on (but not where). But if someone ate the most amazing-est diet with optimal hydration and kept their large intestine absolutely pristine, we can’t really pull it out and admire it :( Or if someone fell and broke their shin bone and then got bone spurs growing out of the healed area, if those spurs had a cool structure, we can’t really know without operating (or taking a ton of expensive imaging).

It’s actually so jarring how when I look up and see the moon, it seizes me so wholly and immediately. Like walking home from the train at night and being like, “Wait why is it so bright right now?” and looking up and boom, clear sky, blueish half moon. Even just now, I was just opening my window and there’s this weird luminous presence above me so I look up and boom. Moon. It is so bright and seriously there.

I finished Pluribus and I’m about to finish There Is No Antimemetics Division by qntm and I have many thoughts, and I want to articulate them. However, I need to express my immense disappointment in the direction that both stories take with the ‘other’ that, I guess, exposes my desire for a story about the ‘other’ where it is not diametrically opposed to the question of humanity. God!!! Something is seriously bothering me about it!!! I mean. I guess art did its job, it made me feel, and what it made me feel IS ANNOYED!