did this happen in Giethoorn? the environment reminds me of it.
that is indeed a bittersweet story to this picture. And to make it even worse (maybe) to me all those raised bridges remind me of a greeting/salute that happen in old-fashioned rowing boats by raising all oars when passing by. To me it looked like if the city and/or those bridges are saluting that ship underway.
Yep, very familiar. at times it almost feels like my body is not very well connected to my brain.
With all information that does not or very late get processed. (like I only notice I am hungry like 2 or 3 hours after I should have eaten something, and than it just completely takes over everything and I cannot think straight)
Hunger is annoying, but with a schedule managable, same as habits of going to the bathroom, cold you dress according the weatherbulletin. But Heat and knowing where some of my bodyparts hang out is something that I struggle with regularly. For cold you just put on another layer, for heat at a certain level there are no more clothes left to take of. And with my body, at some days it's worse than others. with elbows that hitting doorframes, or other passerby's, small (scrape) wounds or bruises that appear on my body of which I have no clue about their orgins. It doesn't tend to be big things, so I can keep ignoring it and pretending it just is part of me. But on some days I wonder, but what if it did was something big, would I notice it?
it "just" never is "just" one thing is it. (and this woman could have been me as well)
Why do I suspect something quite similar lead to my father saying in these circumstances to write down (or just the topic) what I wanted to say.
No option for try petting the animal?
Tja waarom horen we zo vaak dat mensen die in een vorm van het sociaal vangnet terecht komen dat ze tegen zoveel problemen aanlopen. Het lijkt haast wel alsof ons sociale vangnet een grote gatenkaas is, dat soms meer problemen veroorzaakt dan ze oplost.
I always try to look at it as a work in progress. it isn't finished yet till all layers of paint have dried and when I hate something in a text I try to point to find out what, why and how can it be better. Wich result in a never ending cycle of editing, but each time there is a little less hate and after a while I even start to think this might be even something I can be oke with. (even if it needs a "Little" more work) Just don't give up, it will be better in the end, and till than it might be part of your process.
I love your theory. The real world one looks true to me as well. But it is your in-world one that sounds so intriguing. And quite possible true.
the biggest weak spot I can think of is that some of the ferengi gathered at the convention to discuss the Gamma Quadrant (DS9 The Nagus) are wearing headskirts. Of course your (in-world) explanation about them not feeling secure enough to go bare, could work always. And I am not sure of their roles in the ferengi society either.
That looks delicious, may I ask how you made it?
on the right side from the railing is for the humans, the left is for cats.