Something about looking and not seeing. Or those who have eyes to see…I wonder if this is our mythical third eye, the ability to imagine, extrapolate eg child/inner child, in this instance.
Something about looking and not seeing. Or those who have eyes to see…I wonder if this is our mythical third eye, the ability to imagine, extrapolate eg child/inner child, in this instance.
Go find your inner child. He/she/they are crying out for love, protection.
Reminds me of this story. The commentary isn’t really necessary, imo. The story stands without it.
That’s not so stupid if you’ve ever been on an industrial construction site. People have died with rebar through skulls, stomachs, viral organs.
The last panel is probably meme material, NGL.
“If it isn’t documented, it didn’t happen!”
Not just architecture. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_Deco
Yeah we’ll, that’s given.
Jesus! 116f for Americans.
I mean I had to explicitly type this terms in, to get better replies. But to do that, I had to tell it, “I want to continue the conversation about eating the rich.” But it did continue, so there’s that.
It did the same thing when I asked about wealth inequality and it gave the same tried and failed “solutions,” and I suggested we could eat the rich. When I pressed the conversation with, “No, I want to talk about eating the rich,” it said “Certainly!” And continues the conversation, but have me billionaire-safe or neutral suggestions. When I pressed on direct action and mutual aid, it gave better answers.
It was a yacht. I feel you, 100.
Thank you! I’m not wealthy enough to know!
Well I read that but when I searched it, returns suggested a yacht, so I’m really confused. Maybe autocorrect changed my terms and I didn’t notice or the search was just silly returns. I was about to nap and admittedly didn’t pay that much attention before I hit “enter.”
The capitalists never quit trying to kill their children.
You know this affected a bunch of individual humans, many of whom skipped meals and other things, to buy an overpriced ticket for a moment of brightness in a life of drudgery?