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The Octopus: A Parable
There once was an octopus that lived in a beautiful reef on the edge of the sea. He had eight perfect tentacles he could use to swim, and catch his food, and hold onto the rocks when the tide was strong so he wouldn’t be swept out into the dark, dangerous, deep waters.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden15 minutes ago in Humans
You Ate What?
What did you say? You ate what? We have been consumed with modern technology. Every week it seems there is some new innovation to consider. Never has it been more imperative to take a step back and revisit what we are dealing with, because everything has a consequence, good or bad.
By Alexandra Grantabout 2 hours ago in Humans
OUTPUT. OUTPUT. OUTPUT.
Another girl I went to high school with just announced she’s starting to "post content" online. Over the past two months, that makes her at least the sixth or seventh person I know personally who, prior to this announcement, had shown zero interest in the arts or content creation. And if I'm being totally honest (feel free to call me a hater), none of them seem to have the personality or raw passion for the content they're creating. But here they are, venturing into the space anyway.
By Jide Okonjoabout 2 hours ago in Humans
America Inc: The Business
We all have heard the tale of the "American Revolution" about the band of heroic Patriots who kicked a tyrannical king's ass, and sent the Red Coats back to their clammy island-nation, dejected with their tails between their legs, and tears of British-shame streaming down their limey faces. Hip-hip-hooray, the American Patriots won the day!
By Meko James about 4 hours ago in Humans
The Tomb Called Justice
The courthouse looms at the town’s center like a tomb that refuses to stay closed, a monument of cold marble and older secrets. Its columns do not merely support a roof; they form the ribcage of an idea—that human suffering can be bled out, measured, and bottled in the name of peace. Above the bench, the scales hang like the iron skeleton of a trapped bird, eternally suspended in a room that smells of dust and the metallic tang of old fear.
By Ginny Brownabout 5 hours ago in Humans
The Immune System’s "Civil War": When the body forgets its own identity and begins to dismantle the nervous system.
The smell of scorched copper and old, damp wool hit me first, rising from the patient's bedside like a foul incense. It was 3:14 AM. The woman in the cot didn't move her legs. She couldn't. She looked at them with a visceral detachment, as if they were two heavy logs left behind by a stranger. Her own T-cells, the very soldiers meant to protect her from the rot of the world, were currently stripping the insulation from her nerves. It was a microscopic demolition. It was a silent, internal arson. I watched her hand tremble as she reached for a glass of water—a jagged, stuttering motion that spoke of a command signal lost in a fraying wire.
By The Chaos Cabinetabout 5 hours ago in Humans
