After wasting 20 minutes slamming his head into a boss with nothing but starter gear, Phil concludes that Crimson Desert is not a good game and rage quits.
No one knows you. No one has a story about who you are. No one is waiting for you to be the person you were yesterday. You're just a stranger in a chair by the window, watching a city that doesn't need anything from you.
It's the feeling that anything could happen. That the world is bigger than the walls you built around yourself back home. That the life you've been living is just one version of a life, and there are others, and they're not as far away as you thought.
At home, you're fixed. Known. You fit into a shape that other people recognize, and after a while, you forget you're even in a shape at all. But here, alone, somewhere new, the shape dissolves. You could be anyone. You could be more of yourself than you've ever been. No one is watching to see if you stay consistent.
Passengers flying first class on British Airways’ Boeing 747s have expressed concerns about a redesign that includes windows in some lavatories. One woman traveling to New York voiced her discomfort over the lack of blinds. A stewardess reportedly responded, “Madam, if someone is clinging to the side of this aircraft at 35,000 feet, they’ve earned the view.
A three-meter statue was sunk in Greece to confuse archaeologists of the future 🤿🗿
The creator of the idea approached it like a true chaotic mastermind. First, he forged a student ID and even consulted a real archaeologist about which materials could survive for a thousand years.
Then he ordered a bronze Squidward statue from a Chinese factory — for 25,000 dollars.
After it arrived, he took the sculpture out to sea and sank it from inflatable mattresses — all so that future archaeologists would lose their minds trying to figure out what on earth they had discovered.