Photos by Adelaide de Menil Carpenter
Why have I never heard of a Spiralizer before today?! :o
Life changed forever…
I was thinking today how useful it would be if moths could cry. If they could, they would cry a lot, what with how futile their existence is. Incessant, pointless attempt after attempt to get to the light, each time confirming to it it’s conjecture that maybe nihilism is the only true meaning behind life. There could be plates with lamps built in above them and instead of salting your food, leave the moths to fly to the light, cry over their repeated existential crisis and hey presto, moth-seasoned food!
Hard, the rain falls down.
The lawn sodden. Windows- steamy.
Soothes my heart and soul.
So if there is no meaning to life and the nihilist view is correct, we’re fine with that, like Satre says, life being meaningless can be what makes it so beautiful, like it’s a tapestry for us to paint, we still hit the problem that the outside world almost pushes us to find/invent meaning. If we truly saw it as meaningless, we could accept life as it is, but as soon as you bring other people in to the equation and ask questions like ‘am I going to have a relationship with X’ or ‘what am I going to do with my life’ or ‘why doesn’t this make me happy’, we often find that we need to find our ‘place’ in life, or actually find something to use in place of ‘meaning’ to life. We reach even bigger problems when our beliefs don’t match other people’s and they need to fit, if we have to change our belief, aren’t we changing how we believe things to be? Hmm, up late, rubbing my “mind chin”.
A news story titled “15’ cock erected in Trafalgar Square” will never fail to amuse me. Sadly it’s a story of a giant blue chicken put in Trafalgar Square because of us and the Tour De France…
For those who feel shark attack films need a new direction, a little more originality. We all know exactly what’s going to happen. Therein lies the problem. Imagine this- maybe you’re in the street, maybe in a cafe, what comes along? A walking shark reading The Daily Mail. He/she then proceeds to say something along the lines of “I tell you what’s wrong with Britain…”. Here you have it, a racist shark. Your problem- you don’t want to agree with the shark because you’re obviously (I’d hope) not a racist and certainly wouldn’t want people to think you are. On the other hand, you don’t want to disagree with a walking shark; it could literally rip your face off. And would. Sharks have no scruples. This is real horror and no mistake! I present to you the movie Attack of The Sharks With Highly Questionable (To Say The Very Least) Beliefs part 1.