myrmepropagandist on Nostr: Whenever I'm stressed out I just think about geology. I think about the glaciers of ...

Whenever I'm stressed out I just think about geology. I think about the glaciers of North America of the last ice age, two miles thick, the deep subsonic sounds they made as they moved over the rocks, carving striations in the landscape. I think about the erratics suspended in ice coming silently to rest at odd angles in an endless spring.

The way that you can see, and smell and feel the cold of that much ice, before you see it. The way you can hear it singing darkly in your soul...