Thing I made: Synapse tree.




Link of the day:

"And what's more, if we don't get that nourishment, if we are somehow found
lacking in our daily requirement of awe and wonder and
oh-my-god-what-the-hell-is-that, well, we tend to flounder and scrape and
moan, to start reaching for scraps, for hollow, b.s.-laden facsimiles of
true cosmic mystery that tend to smell like organized religion and taste
like bad drugs and feel very much like having sex with a large hunk of
concrete. Which is to say, not the slightest bit juicy or divine at all.

The giant deep-sea squid is, quite simply, the perfect thing..."