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Not unlike many fungi, my IDEAL habitat is 62°, humid as hell, and dewy. Just totally wet everywhere. It's like that outside right now with a cool breeze and mild sun, and I just have to tell someone about it cause I am LIVINGG.
Heaven for me would look like this weather every single day with the occasional severe thunderstorm
Smells like wet asphalt, the elementary playground at morning recess, and the comfort of dreaming
Sounds like all of the birds: mourning doves, peacocks, sparrows, etc. And some Angel Olsen
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the soothing white noise of a heavy downpour, sheets of rain blurring the distance, wind blowing a gentle mist upon my skin, crickets singing, a soaked grackle taking refuge under the covered patio, humidity transformed into a cooling wash of the world…
warm rains remind my body of Thailand’s rainy season, how alive & content it always made me feel, like waking up from a midday nap of the perfect length, ready to take on the rest of the afternoon
May 17, 2024
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There's something about a wet and humid early morning that heals my soul. It's like a free sound bath. Especially if you are lucky and have a little bit of thunder alongside.
May 8, 2024
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the warm rain on a sunny day
the smell of earth on a rainy
(i love rain)
Jan 29, 2025
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Decomposition is the bridge between life and death, the little bit of tape that makes it the *circle* of life, non-linear. I'm OBSESSED lately. When we die, it's the natural process that fungi, bacteria, and other microbes ultimately consume our physical bodies.
I believe that as our brains, our nerves, neurons, etc are consumed, little bits of our pysche are being digested as well. Our conscioussness, little by little, becomes one with the mycelial network (a.k.a the "Wood Wide Web"), the soil. And maybe, through the food chain, as bits of our memories travel through the soil, to the grass, to the deer, to the lion, even to other humans—we are kind of reincarnated, in a way.
Maybe, when I eat fries made from a potato that was grown from soil that carries the soul of a rabbit, I will catch a fraction of one of its memories: The softness of its mother's fur, the smell of the soil in its burrow, the shape of a shadow in the grass on a particular day.
Maybe I'll look at a tree one day, and the shadow it casts on the grass will look strangely familiar, but I won't remember where it came from.
Mar 16, 2025
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Now drink 5 glasses of vodka, and the wall moves on its own!
Mar 2, 2025
I'm unable to view full responses, the text gets cut off (pic attached).
I'm also not able to reply to comments right now. Either I can't type it at all or the submit button doesn't go.
Also, clicking on notifications sometimes brings up an error message and I have to try a few times to open the post.
Thanks P.I team! :)
Apr 7, 2025