[ID: an unsourced paragraph of text that reads: Reflecting on it, the reason I think the OceanGate situation has become such a flashpoint for anger is because it’s such a perfect microcosm of the problem with everything right now. Decisions are not made based on safety, reasonable caution, or concern for human life. Every decision is instead made from a default assumption of what if the bad thing just DIDN’T happen? We are given pie-in-the-sky promises and sizzle reels and an endless PR hype-cycle for every new innovation and inevitably fails to work, harms people, and them is maybe barely apologized for before the next bad idea comes down the pike. OceanGate’s underengineered, undercooked, doomed submarine isn’t merely a metaphor for the hubris of the wealthy, it is a scale model of the way the wealthy dictate our reality. All consequences can be ignored, all blowback can be forestalled, let the end-user eat the cost. I am not angry because the submarine was badly made. I am angry because I live in a vastly larger pressure vessel being managed and maintained by the exact same people. /end ID]
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“Girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness & devours views from windows (stories, movies, overheard talk & sights in the street, pictures in newspapers, etc.) with continuous feeling she is ‘just about’, miraculously, to come into her own – her own life.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
ebba and matssons thing is. and i apologize. very fun to me. like she built his brand she’s been with him from the beginning. and oh he sends you his blood and you hate that but maybe you didnt at one point and you hate him and he wants to get rid of you and finds you so annoying. but here you both are. minutes later. cuddled up on the couch next to each other and his hand is in your hair. like idk girl you should probably run but have you considered sending him some of YOUR blood?
