someone somewhere

When I was little I used to space out and think about insane things, and think to myself that would never happen, and then immediately counter the thought with: no, wait, that’s probably happened, and then off I would go, concocting some narrative that supported the person falling in love with the camel.  Similarly, there’s a visual artist in Rome who’s wallpapering dumpsters and turning them into aesthetically pleasing works of art,

furthering cementing my childhood suspicion  that literally no matter what you think of, no matter what thing is being done to what bread or tree with whatever thing, SOMEONE SOMEWHERE IS PROBABLY DOING IT.

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