We were not made for endless “productivity”. Our foremothers used to sit on a cliff and snack on clams and occasionally lure a sailor to his death with their song.
Wow, there was me thinking I'd left my Tumblr-esque obsessing over A Thing behind but nope #themagnusarchives dropped 25 seconds of content today and now I'm texting everyone who has sworn fielty to it with madness reserved only for those who have stared down their own death.
No more emails. If you want something from me you must approach me slowly and calmly with a piece of apple or carrot in your palm with your fingers flat and extended so I do not bite them