The greatest measure of our society’s most tragic failings is that I can’t just get on a train/boat asap to give you a hug. Fuel ain’t free and community doesn’t benefit power, so by neither measure can I afford the day(s) away for affection.
And thus does the loneliness pandemic deepen.
Bro it’s just clones. Clones all the way down. Massive quantities of galactically illegal, horrifically unethical bootleg clones. Clones to live again. Clones to proxy leadership positions. Clones to gather collective power in the dark side of the force. We could all do clones, we’re just not all assholes like that. (*Clones were a metaphor for sycophants, wage slaves & trafficked slaves. I realized afterwards it’s a stretch.)
Recipes for a Small Planet; Not totally vegan, and got it from my grandma so it’s old af. It’s also kinda the original vegetarian permaculture cookbook. I don’t have it’s companion book, Diet for a Small Planet.
(*Edit: After looking up what vegan communities have to say about it, it does need to be iterated that while I love the recipes, it also reinforces the “incomplete protein myth”. Believing in which raises the barrier of entry to veganism more than is necessary or reasonable.)