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In a few short centuries, industrial civilization had spread from the western fringes of Eurasia to sprawl across the face of the planet. Plundering the soil of its riches, fouling the air, and remolding life-forms at will, this gargantuan industrial society had already peaked a thousand years after its foundation: Ahead lay abrupt and violent decline.

Some fungi from my walk in the forest the other day. Not always easy to spot these sorts of things in a beleaguered forest that is within the greater metropolitan area of a massive city and has been hugely altered and cultivated by humans for centuries, sigh.

I think the one on the right is a common earthball. Still trying to identify the ones on the left.

I find it odd and almost uncomfortable that I can't readily identify species as I didn't grow up in this country and have basically no familiarity with the species here. Not being familiar with them, with which ones are found together and how they interact, it almost feels like I don't know the local language and can't properly engage with the things around me. But I'll keep learning.

Out of perverse curiosity I had a go at reading a solarpunk short story, and it mainly involved the protagonist going to a conference centre to pitch their small business idea in the hope of someone investing in their business so it could expand. Good to see as always how much the current system impoverishes people's imaginations. Cool. Great. Fantastic.

I can feel myself decomposing and I'm fine with it.

'Hearken unto me, fellow creatures. I who have dwelt in a form unmatched with my desire, I whose flesh has become an assemblage of incongruous anatomical parts, I who achieve the similitude of a natural body only through an unnatural process, I offer you this warning: the Nature you bedevil me with is a lie. Do not trust it to protect you from what I represent, for it is a fabrication that cloaks the groundlessness of the privilege you seek to maintain for yourself at my expense. You are as constructed as me; the same anarchic womb has birthed us both. I call upon you to investigate your nature as I have been compelled to confront mine. I challenge you to risk abjections and flourish as well as have I. Heed my words, and you may well discover the seams and sutures in yourself.'

-- Susan Stryker, My Words To Victor Frankenstein Above the Village of Chamounix: Performing Transgender Rage

And it turns out these common wood lice are another invertebrate that gets infected by the endosymbiont Wolbachia bacteria, resulting in genetically male bugs becoming functionally female. Interesting to read about:

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One leg in the online opiated trance of infinite information, the other in the overgrown wildness beyond the dark forest wall

"We slide through the flesh world without being touched or moved. We shepherd our emptiness from place to place."

Adding that to my email signature.

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"Incongruous architecture, the ghosts of vanished ideals, the vista of a dead future: these are the remains of the university. Among these remains, most of us are little more than a collection of querulous habits and duties. We go through the motions of our tests and assignments with a kind of thoughtless and immutable obedience propped up by subvocalized resentments. Nothing is interesting, nothing can make itself felt. The world-historical with its pageant of catastrophe is no more real than the windows in which it appears."

Communique from an Absent Future: The Terminus of Student Life
Research and Destroy

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"Otesánek is a Czech fairy tale created by Karel Jaromír Erben in the 19th century which tells the story of a fearsome and constantly hungry, living log of wood."

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