cant stop thinking abt ursula k. le guin’s essay abt the carrier bag theory….. she’s like, maybe the first human tool was not a weapon, but rather something that holds, a bag, a pouch, a vessel, something for gathering and storing and sharing. let’s shift the narrative of humanity from that of violence to that of safekeeping. and i’m like
and THEN she’s like, a novel is also a carrier bag. there’s the Hero’s story, sure, but there’s room enough in fiction for every experience, for every little thing, and it’s that other story, the life story, that she seeks……. o|-<
oh to own a silver hand mirror and a comb carved out of bone
do you want mine i hate the smell of it so much a bunch of followers made a meme out of it a few years back it looks like this
you know you’re my friend and it’s in the nature of our relationship for me to trust you in most things, but you worded this extremely like someone trying to get rid of a cursed bone object
i am extremely trustworthy what are you talking about
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I think you should be one day buried with your smell bone comb. I think that’s the best idea.
