In the ancient Mediterranean, letters were often inscribed in clay. If you've ever worked with clay, you'll know that it gets brittle if it gets dry without being fired. It was not meant for long-term storage.
Nevertheless, because of a fire, we have communication with a man named Ea-Nasir, c. 1750 BCE. He collected hundreds of tablets written to him.
They were all complaints. Ea-Nasir was a copper dealer and the first known con artist.
The British Museum has one: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Complaint_tablet_to_Ea-nasir
@OchotonidKnight @Angle @Azure I don't see it that way, but I get the feeling my opinion wouldn't be too respected there.
@Azure This is why I go Satanic Temple and not Church of Satan.
@mawr Ooooh, so gorgeous! <3
@loki
Totally a dork
@jd I love Walter Crane's images. Such a feminization and romanticization of the struggle. It's such an elegant contrast to the hard lines of 20th c leftist propaganda images. I love this tableau The Triumph of Labor is Hope.
Um... I guess, if anybody would really ever want to donate...
I have a Ko-fi page at https://ko-fi.com/raspberryfloof now...
I don't have any job or income right now, so ... anything would help...
Hopefully I can make some new music or game things that I can post soon, too...
Perceptions of Reality
In our Salvia trip, Willow saw time being plasticized and recorded. Made into these plastic bubbles of solidified memory. And Willow, Hazel and I all felt like we were being watched and recorded, but not necessarily in a paranoid frightened way. For me, it is was comforting, like mom was right there the whole time?
Perceptions of Reality
And once you slow things down enough mentally, it's a LOT like... looking at a TV and not beinga ble to see the images for the static.
Televisions rely on optical illusions to show you moving pictures, but if you alter perception of time you alter perception of the image. Reality is a lot like that.
Nettle -- a punk rock sheep. Ulfra - big wolf mama tf witch. Vedia -- Witch girl with magic sword. Wolf & sheep kin. Hazel and Willow are my sisters. Refugee from witches.town. An open book -- talk to me and I'll try to talk back as much as I can!