New Deadloch Fic: In Plain Sight

Nick Farhi - Under the same Umbrella, 2024 - Oil, pastel, spray enamel on aluminum

[Video description: an overhead shot of a reddish-brown millipede walking. It is dawn or sunset and the daylight hits the millipede at a low angle and projects a relatively long shadow, for such a small creature. The millipede's legs are not visible from above but from the shadow we can see that the millipede isn't merely walking, but prancing and skipping. Its movement has an up-and-down, playful quality; it's not hurrying but it's moving with a distinct pizzazz and panache. Video is captioned Shadow of a millipede walking. /End video description.]

happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !

I still get excited when my friends refer to me as their friend

"My friend said" "this is my friend" "they're my friend"

Im freaking out inside every time

May 2025, overgrown house

[Image description: screenshot of another tumblr user's tags reading: #oh!! they're hunting right? i heard they do this together sometimes #that coyote is playing though omg he is showing prosocial behavior to a creature that can't speak his language... #aren't badgers solitary too. maybe he is this badger's first friend. omg /End image description.]

If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem – not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning. As the scales fall from your eyes the world rushes into focus, presenting itself with a kind of vibrational eloquence that can, at first, be almost overwhelming. Everything shimmers, everything clarifies, everything wrestles for your attention. Trees feel super-real, their roots plunged into the earth, their branches stretching to the sky, birds are flesh and blood souls, fragile with life, the sky unfolds and rolls, the ocean crashes, people fascinate, books are beautiful, children are whirling dynamos of chaos, dogs bark and cats meow, flowers shout, your neighbour glows, and God runs like a helix through all things. The world awaits you, humming with meaning. You are alive with potential. You are not dead.

— Nick Cave on getting clean, Red Hand Files #258

I've done this for years with cooking, just by myself: for example I'd point at the rice as I set it to simmer, and say "You're good to simmer for about fifteen minutes," and then I'd point at the sauce and say "You're just keeping warm on a low heat, but I need to remember to check on you in a little while and make sure you're not drying out." And then I'd turn to the vegetables I needed to chop and say, "Okay, I'm all yours." I'm so much better at keeping track of things this way.

doctors should do this, although perhaps with less yelling.