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headspace-hotel · 1 year
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"Disaster Taxon," poem assembled using text from Wikipedia articles
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It took 90 days for the fungi to degrade 27 per cent of the plastic tested, and about 140 days to completely break it down, after the samples were exposed to ultraviolet rays or heat.
Chemical engineering professor Ali Abbas, who supervised the research team, said the findings were significant.
"It's the highest degradation rate reported in the literature that we know in the world," the professor said. 
From ABC News Australia
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gaylienz · 1 year
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woke up with grief in my heart for the animals displaced by us
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theonesthathavegone · 6 months
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If I think about the loss too long, my heart breaks. We’re a poorer planet without these relatives.
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konakoro · 10 months
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I was having a decent day, until I remembered a brief, easily-missable side story in one of the first levels of Bioshock 2, where a school teacher and a group of children on a field trip end up trapped in the amusement park level you’re in when the civil war started, and how you hear from her audio logs how she willingly gave up her own food to make sure all the children were well-fed, eventually finding a final audio log on how she realizes she’s dying from starvation but still worries about the kids she’s watching, and you find this audio log by a corpse positioned in a resting pose surrounded by candles and drawings and stuffed animals and I’m sobbing oh god -
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astranauticus · 8 months
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not sure if this counts as an AU but.. thinking about the Per Aspera crew as horror game bosses like.. you are wandering through a forested mountain range and you know somethings wrong because the forest shouldn't be this eerily silent, this devoid of life, and then you hear the crash of falling trees and there is a hand that is half your size glowing golden in the night and it is grabbing you and its claws are digging into your flesh and you see the spines running down the golden arm that is far too long as it lifts you over a crater in mountain, over a coiled, serpentine thing with a visage that is not of this world, and if you look closely you can see the shape of a child curled at the centre of the thing, golden hair reflecting the glow of the creature and if you listen closely you can hear her sobbing, 'Don't hurt me, I don't want to do this'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see an ephemeral, resplendent spelljammer cutting through the starry waters and you rejoice because you have been lost on the seas for so so long, so you board the ship looking for help, supplies, anything, and you are greeted by a blue fire genasi (you wonder, do those even exist? but you can't get off the ship now because where else will you go?) and she tells you she is the captain of this ship but as far as you can tell there is no crew on board, and if she is not appearing right behind you from a trapdoor you've never noticed she is always in the engine room 'fixing the ship' even though the ship seems to be sailing perfectly fine ('Where are we going?' you ask her once and she doesn't even turn to look at you, 'Don't worry about it') and if you are ever so unlucky as to damage the ship in any way, you begin to catch flashes of red and orange out of the corner of your eye, a fire genasi wearing the woman's face who whispers at you with hollow, angry eyes 'Don't you fucking dare hurt my ship'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see a rotting, decaying spelljammer, so badly damaged it's barely moving although you have to wonder how it's even staying afloat at all, and out of some morbid curiosity you climb on board and the deck of the ship is in no better shape than the hull, the marks of hard-fought battle - scars in the wood from sharp blades and arcane energies, stains of blood and oil splattered about - still fresh but you know time doesn't pass on the astral sea so who knows how long ago this all took place, and as you climb below decks you start to notice the writings on the walls, pieces of parchment nailed to every surface and connected with fraying, rotting threads, or words etched directly into the wood, the deep gouges barely readable, and you start to hear the creaking and clanking of rusted machinery slowly moving about and you turn a corner to see a figure standing in a room facing the wall, slowly scratching yet more of that unintelligible writing into the bones of the ship, and it turns as the rusted dented mechanite stares at you with eyes ablaze and he asks 'Who are you? Where is my crew?' as sparks of arcane lightning begins to arc through the room. you are running through a feywild forest and you know, even without the figure chasing you, that you have made a horrible mistake, you should have known better, should have been more careful, should have kept your impulses in check, and now you are being chased through an unfamiliar forest and the figure, the Hunter pursuing you knows this realm like the back of his hand, knows every tree and shrub and vine that is slithering up to grasp at your ankles, and you glance back desperately to catch any glimpse of your pursuer but there is no pursuer, he has hidden himself with some arcane trick or some innate power or just the knowledge that this realm is his home, and you hear his voice even though you cannot see him as he cries out 'You should not have hurt my family. Prepare to face the Hunter of Hundkiln'
sorry no Vhas yet maybe I'll update with one for him once we get more of his whole deal
#rolling with difficulty#asto speaks#well i lied only kyana's and finbar's really work as video game bossfights#dani's is more... horror short story? vr-la's is horror comic#bc dani's much more psychological and the environmental storytelling of vr-la's one would be pretty interesting.. probably#in hindsight vr-la's reads like it could be a magnus archive entry LMAO#contrary to whatever you may think (especially if youre in the discord) i dont actually like most horror#like i've only listened to abt ~10 episodes of tma bc it started fucking up my sleep thats how much of a wuss i am#like i dont actually *enjoy* horror but idk i had so much fun writing this. for some reason#hell i dont even enjoy *writing* most of the time#all the others are kinda based on a specific scenario like kyana's is if she never left the cenobium and suvi snapped before she did#(if you've watched/read jjk0 video game bossfight suvi is very much just orimoto rika)#vr-la's and finbar's are pretty self evident#dani's is kinda.. inspired by alfonso of the stultifera navis making this my second rwd brainworm that's just an arknights reference#captains that are cursed to haunt their empty ships plagued with has beens and could have beens#(her one is the only one absolutely not meant to be read as literal btw its a very 'that house has been empty for 40 years' kinda vibe)#found it kinda funny that dani's and vrla's start in very similar ways bc they both kinda have that i am the ship and the ship is me thing#dani's vibe in this is just more illusions and delusions and vrla's is more decaying forgotten grief#a ghost of a mechanite haunting a corpse of a ship
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heathermccaw · 9 months
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Mourning our Kin
(What, two posts in a week? Crazy, I know, but this project is so important and I have so many thoughts in my head that need to get out.) When I conceived my “Extinct 23” redwork quilt project, it may have been the first time in my creative life that I knew in the deepest core of my being that this was something important and it was something I needed to do.  I try to remember that on days when…
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timothylawrence · 9 months
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I made two new ocs 😇 debating on whether I wanna post em on here but hehe
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cascadia-stack-blog · 3 months
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gorillawithautism · 5 months
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thinking about all the animals in palestine too
the cats and dogs that get killed
the people who loved those animals having to grieve them on top of all the other grief they're going through
the animals who had a family and suddenly don't anymore and the families who had animals and lost them to the occupation
there's a lot of dehumanization weaponized towards palestinians so of course it's super important not to place animal welfare above human life right now but i do think about them too
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gaylienz · 2 years
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i miss the stars. i know they’re there behind the pollution but i cant see them the way humans have for millennia before this. we deserve to be able to walk away from light and look up to see the great expanses of mystery.
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anosrepasi · 8 months
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Book Review: The Museum of Human History by Rebekah Bergman
The Museum of Human History is Bergman's debut novel, having been released only a month ago as of Sept 2023 and is a relatively quick read at 241 pages. Summarized in a few words: it's strikingly similar to being unintentionally hit on the mouth, no harm intended but the impact is there nonetheless. I'd give it 4.5/5.
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in a few more words:
This is a novel where you don't love the characters, but you'll still cry for them. There's no purely favored characters here and they are all ugly in their own ways, but its the flaws of the characters and the personal tragedies they experience that really drive deep the impact of their story. This is a book about grief. It's a book about remembering and knowing your loss, rather than forgetting the loss.
At it's core, its a very simple book. The cast of characters extends to roughly 15-20 at most, they cycle in and out of book from start to finish. The breadth of individuals scenes and moments in the book is also strikingly limited. Bergman builds up her story through palimpsest, revisiting the scenes from earlier chapters in later chapters from another characters view point. She builds up the emotion of the story through the precise use of poetic prose, packing more punch with some of her two sentence lines than many of her paragraphs.
This is not a book you will "like" or feel good about having finished, it ends leaving many characters feeling unresolved, but much like the central theme of grief- that's kind of the point and should not be seen as a flaw to the narrative.
For a debut novel it's impressive, clunky, definitely clunky in some spots that don't hold the same attention as other chapters, but over all it's a great example of writing a harrowing story that can cause tears with a very very simple toolbox of scenes and characters.
It is also, in my opinion, one of those novels that demands a reread at a later point in time once you've seen the complete story. Spoilers following, but there's two specific narrative threads that make a reread make the cohesive story all the more impactful.
The first is that Bergman has enough clues for the reader to know exactly what the algae is and what it'll do from chapter 4. The clues are all their and in my first reading I completely glossed over them all until later in the book when Bergman starts making the connections far more explicit. But when you do connect them, it completely changes the scope of the book. Naomi spends one paragraph wondering about "how much destruction she helped bring in, unwittingly," and at the time of that sentence it's played out as being overblown, an overzealous statement of an environmentally minded person before she realizes the truth. Then you read the whole novel and realize that she actually did exactly what she feared- but if she lived to see it might not have cared? Because the impacts were mostly human centered rather than the literal destruction of the environment she cared about. Which is awful, but is a pretty consistent theme in the entire novel. The characters care and they love, but that love constantly seems to be overshadowed by their apathy or their pain, and how in being unable to accept what they love with pain they lose it completely instead.
The second narrative thread of interest is Evangeline and Mauve and their shift from mirror images/defined set of twins to being considered an individual and the individual's ghost. Especially considering that the title of ghost seems to get passed back and forth between the characters. I got caught in this thread with one of the side character's Dr.Dean mentioning running into Naomi on the beach and "She was with her daughter." Both girls were present in that scene, but in memory they've already been reduced to one. I'm sure there's multiple occasions where this happens in the book and I find the tension between one very living child who is a shadow to her comatose static sister and vise versa over and over to be incredibly captivating.
Overall, if you enjoy poetic prose, lots of grief, and a healthy dash of environmental and medical science fiction? Chances are you'll enjoy this book, even if enjoy feels like the wrong word here.
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thatscarletflycatcher · 10 months
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Un Episodio de la Fiebre Amarilla en Buenos Aires (An episode of Yellow Fever in Buenos Aires) Juan Manuel Blanes - 1871
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only-fragments · 10 months
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#2629
they call it negative space but it’s not empty, I can see all the ghosts crammed inside, the spirits of trees and birds, deer and wildflowers, insects and blackberries and coyotes, I know who and what filled that space before the chainsaws descended and I see them still, I remember them all, this isn’t negative space, this is a haunted space
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