ok, monkeys aren’t eating my face.
i’m currently sitting in the lounge at heathrow. which is an airport. in the uk. and i’ve been sitting here for, well, a while. 6 hours? ah, air travel joy. left italy this morning at noon. now it’s 10pm in the uk and with luck i’ll soon be getting on a flight to nyc. an 8 hour flight. so, 18 hours of travel? eh, things could be worse. at least i have a good book. the life of pi(scine). so far it’s good. maybe i’ll take a turn for the worse. or maybe it will end up being the best book i’ve ever read, laden with insights and life changing perspectives. or maybe it’ll be fun. can you tell that i’m a bit, uh, delirious from lack of sleep and travel? yup. benignly delirious, though. well. except for the 4 hour uk – nyc flight delay. still relatively benign delilrium. and typing on some weird uk keyboard that seems to have been stolen from a computer graveyard circa 1982. is this what life is like when you use pc’s? slow and clunky? sorry, i guess i’m just accustomed to the sleek and hyperdesigned world of apple. typing on these keys feels like being a court stenographer in 1937. maybe this keyboard is made out of bakelite? i hear that bakelite was popular in the uk pre and post ww2. do you know about bakelite? it’s pretty cool. i think it’s made out of bug shells(carapaces). ‘carapace’ is a nice word. sounds like an italian gellato, in fact it’s the hard shell of a bug. well, the top shell, right? it must be nice to have an exoskeleton. we humans spend a lot of time in exoskeletons that we’ve built for ourselves. are we jealous of the bugs that are born with exoskeletons? sleek and shiny on the outside, with all of the fleshy bits gracefully hidden beneath a glistening and adamantine carapace? bugs are far superior to us. they fall off of a table and they run away. if we fell off of a building with a similar height ratio we’d end up as a pile of muck. and bugs can eat anything. and they can fly. and they have amazing eyesight and sense of smell. and regardless of what we do they seem to thrive. so yes, bugs are our masters. i can see this being taken egregiously out of context. maybe some gossip rag will lead with ‘”moby: bugs are our masters”…bald vegan finally loses the plot in bug shocker!’ contextually: i’m just typing on an old bakelite keyboard in a departures lounge after not sleeping for a while. so forgive me my ramblings.
moby