Human beings b like. *sits and stares peacefully at a fire* *sits and stares peacefully at the ocean* *sits and stares peacefully at a sleeping animal*
a small rhythmic motion: is happening
us for 6 million years and counting: talented brilliant showstopping incredible
I once signed up to participate in a study on how depression affects memory, forgot I was meant to go do it, and when I emailed to apologise to the PhD student running it she basically told me that a) she was very used to this happening and b) the weird irony of her theories’ correctness making it very difficult to arrange proving them had by now gone from infuriating to hysterical
I went to the Grand Canyon when I was depressed and I literally forgot the whole thing. Like, the only reason I even know I was there is that I have photographs of myself standing in front of the Grand Canyon with dead eyes but i have absolutely no memory of it
People talk about depression like it’s just being sad all the time but straight up your brain stops working and sadness is just one of the many, many consequences of that
All the photos of me from my brother-in-law’s wedding are like this. I’m aware I was present but I don’t remember very much of it. And I look dead inside in every photo. It’s very surreal.
I’m currently playing a game called ‘is it alzheimers or peri-menopause’ and completely forgot the game’s name is actually ‘alzheimers, peri-menopause, stress or depression’, so there’s that.
His dedication to the bit and thus conquering of the watermelon whilst staying in character yet obviously struggling. The satisfying ending. This is performance art at its peak.
