The girl cooks, takes care of dogs, writes, reads, and creates artwork.
The boy spends his whole day staring at glowing rectangles, goes home and stares at more glowing rectangles, and then lays in bed staring at a smaller glowing rectangle…
Ancestor spirits judge me not. I am pondering my hypocubes, and I will continue to do so until I have alchymically turned enough of the inherent risk of fishing into the prized ethereal substance of obligation to provide for my rampant spawn. The task is wearisome, and so it may come to pass that many a practitioner such as myself will also look deep within the hypocubes to ponder earthly delights and shake one out. So be it, ancestor spirits. Judge me not…
My ancestors:
The girl cooks, takes care of dogs, writes, reads, and creates artwork.
The boy spends his whole day staring at glowing rectangles, goes home and stares at more glowing rectangles, and then lays in bed staring at a smaller glowing rectangle…
I think we prefer the girl.
(I’m the boy for the record)
Ancestor spirits judge me not. I am pondering my hypocubes, and I will continue to do so until I have alchymically turned enough of the inherent risk of fishing into the prized ethereal substance of obligation to provide for my rampant spawn. The task is wearisome, and so it may come to pass that many a practitioner such as myself will also look deep within the hypocubes to ponder earthly delights and shake one out. So be it, ancestor spirits. Judge me not…