Why does a peach shape have a buttcrack? I can’t imagine it is very efficient for distributing nutrients…
Sometimes, I have this ebbing fear
That I am succeeding at everything that doesn’t matter
And failing at all the things that do.
- Campus maintenance:
That moment when you just know that your solution will be elegant and not just correct…You can’t help but smile but then your professor looks at you funny because they want to tell you to put away your phone but there is nothing but a pen and a problem set.
I would love to see a pepper spray product named Ignorance. Just to mock all the fancy colognes and perfumes with poetic but unfitting names.
Pretty doesn’t seem to serve a practical purpose, but doesn’t redeem itself like beautiful does by completely mesmerizing those who encounter it. It doesn’t draw attention to any particularly perfect aspect of it, but is rather bland and generic. Pretty is a pretty useless word. Or just a useless one.
I suppose it exists to describe exactly that.
There’s things we take as givens - things we should do, or things that will always be there for us, and we question everything except for it. Then there’s this moment when we suddenly realize that maybe it shouldn’t be, or maybe there’s another way. It’s not a soul-wrenchingly deep doubt…just a tickle. Then the things around it begin to swirl into chaos and we find ourselves struggling to keep the many things in some kind of order. Not because the order is necessary, but because the order is comforting. Whether this unrest leads to another thing sneakily becoming a given, or an equilibrium of a different kind, I have yet to figure out.