like sand through the hourglass,.....so are the weeks of the months.

in'that how it goes? well that's how it feels sometimes. Ever since I turned 20-something, well maybe 25 or 26, my days, weeks, months and years have had an uncontrollably excrescent feeling to them. I'm not complaining, earlier today I was telling my flatmate that, "it's always the weekend".

(reading is fundamental) Scientists across the world have noticed a dire situation upon beaches where there is a lack of snail shells for hermit crabs to move into. Often times crabs will involve themselves in what's known as "Shellfighting", where one crab in a fit of rage, violence and necessity will twist another crab out of his home, while the evicted one scrambles for cover. Scientists have noticed however that there is some hope in civility in this world, even amongst the smallest creatures. When a shiny new shell is placed on the beach, crabs will converge upon it arranging themselves in order from largest to smallest. The largest crab will remove itself from his shell and enter into the new one. The next crab down in size will enter into the recently vacant shell and this act is repeated down the line until every crab has a cozy new home. It seems clear to all parties involved that the smallest crab is happy with his acquisition, and in turn would not be happy with the largest shell. Possibly not even being able to carry it. I don't know how, but one part of me wishes humans could somehow behave equally as civil sometimes.

listening to right now: The Wait by Built to
Spill

cold hands