I finished Starcom Unknown Space and somehow that wasnt enough space so now I'm back on Stellaris.
Is there a greek word for the kind of crisis when you truly start to understand the horror of other beings and people being utterly separate from yourself, completely independent agents? I'm drowning here.
Specialty dark from Royal Mile Roasters in NJ, but it doesn't matter because this cup is enchanted to only serve good coffee
Nightclub Il Grifoncino, 1968. Bozen, Italy. Interior design by Cesare Casati, Gino Marotta & Emmanuele Ponzio.
What is my problem. I don't particularly want to be alone but I also don't want to be accommodating to or changed by someone near me. I'm frustrated by the half-a-person capability I feel as much as my own neutrality about it.
