fluffy_cloud

maybe autism is a retreat from a stressful situation that becomes habitual.

Flattish rocks, as big as you can get into the pot. Enough to mostly cover up the dirt. That keeps my cats out of the flower pots.

When I used to work in the computer lab at school, this big florescent lit room, after a couple hours I started to stink. I could smell myself. I was told it's because the flickering florescents do something to my glands or metabolism or something.

it's often taken as a substitute for real experience.

corpo social everything. food, housing, lifestyle. in the "developed areas" anyway.

Hmm. maybe. I don't really distinguish.

fair enough. consider my assertion withdrawn.

ok fine.

By reading I mean the common thing : focusing your attention upon the words on the page and the thoughts they evoke in your mind and so on. The more intensely and more prolongedly you do it, the more intense the negative effects.

It gets you stuck in your head. You tend to stay there. Do it everyday and being stuck in your head becomes normal life for you and you forget there was anything else.

living in cities

it intensifies the urge to conform and dulls the senses. it presses on you.

nooooooo. i love my rat. it squeaks to me. it flickers happy dreams into my eyes