Born too late to be an uptight Babylonian priest, born too soon to explore the stars, born just in time to be mentally ill and die in the climate apocalypse


There are people on the internet who are just good at posting. They’ll say some shit like “I wish we could end capitalism so I could become dick-munch the clown” and get 5k likes. I’m not meant for that. I have the soul of a depressive middle-aged university librarian. Ask me in hushed tones about 80s Soviet cinema or the economics of animal sacrifice in Mesopotamia or whatever.


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