Holey
usually I refuse to reblog blue space cuz i want the damn borders back (and i have a script installed that brings them back so usually the effect is lost for me) But this one is awesomely done and speaks to me.
George R.R. Martin
George R.R. Martin goes up to the counter and orders a series of incredibly complicated drinks, each more detailed and layered than the last. The barista works for an hour and finally hands them across the counter to Martin, who promptly throws one of them away with little to no explanation. That coffee had been the barista’s favorite.
Schrödinger opens the box and nothing changes.
The cat lacks vital signs (no heartbeat, no breathing, no brain function): the cat is dead.
The cat exhibits continued animation (blinking, walking, nudging his hand with its little head): the cat is alive.
Schrödinger is afraid.
That has not changed, either.
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