A destroyed bathroom -- giant pink & black walls -- gaps of light where there should be no light, tendrils of growth where there should be no growth.
No change without destruction, I suppose. Men climbing through my walls & windows. Stories of rats and vines and sunshine. Legendary! And soon we build . . . what were we thinking of?
Spells for building, solid bricks, safety, security; insulation & water going where it should (ha! when does water do that??)
In fact, that stuff is so freakin' chaotic & destructive . . . how much destruction in this world due to water overall? How does it keep up its great reputation? "Lifegiving" and stuff like that, I guess.
We can't hate what makes us . . . yet (some claim to) hate Chaos, and that makes us too. Makes everything.
tenuous -- fragile -- frangible
the exquisite fragility of the human body, our flesh & bones; our mysterious cells & their unknown functions and mechanisms
Is it harder to guess how the universe functions, or how the mitochondria within us every day are operating? And which one matters more? What a stupid question! They are so incomprehensibly different, matters of scale stretched to incorporate concepts.
Can't bear to contemplate universe without mitochondrial cells. No cells without universe . . . no universe without cells . . . or is light going to claim wave status? Are there waves without the media to travel through?
Is there a wormhole formed somewhere in space-time every time someone ends a sentence with a preposition? Explains a lot, actually . . . what else could that rule be for?? (That makes two for me this morning . . . )
As our grammar collapses, so will the universe . . . fold in upon itself, senseless (thanks for nothing, Twitter)
The comma as galactic force of order, holding back the darkness, a last bulwark against the encroaching chaos. Or would that be nothingness? Let's all be safe and use semicolons today . . .