a brain in a vat π§
sometimes i feel as if i am a brain in a vat of saltwater. my feet aren't webbed, i got them prairie flat feet. tomorrow to the sea! to the gulf, where we can feel free. we will feast on oysters and mojarras from the crystalline lagoon, and drink beers and rum until the rise of the moon.
while he was speaking a train of fishes appeared, all dressed in ceremonial, trailing garments. one by one, silently and with stately steps, they entered the hall, bearing on coral trays delicacies of fish and seaweed, such as no one can dream of, and this wondrous feast was set before the bride and bridegroom.
βΌ yei theodora ozaki, the story of urashima taro