You’re teleported to 44 BCE Rome in your everyday street clothes. You’re brought before Caesar and he believes you might be from the future, hoping to bring him fortune. One day he questions you, asking “How Do I Die?”
“Remember me as you pass by, As you are now, so once was I, As I am now, so you must be, Prepare for death, and follow me.” around a canine skull maybe? >w>
“what was it like 400 years ago?” fuck if i know. i don’t even remember what it was like last week.
catch me procrastinating basic tasks for twenty times longer
“oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to get around to fixing that window, but I’ve just been so busy, y’know?”
“you’ve lived here since 1740″
MMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Walking through a museum and seeing some old things of yours and just going “FUCK. FUCK GOD DAMN IT, I’ve been looking for this forEVER” and then trying to haggle with the curator to get your shit back
attic full of unfinished projects you’ll never get back to because the craft went extinct and you can’t get the tools/mats anymore
“hey what’s this fancy machine under the cobwebs back here”
“that’s an engine turning machine, i was learning a decorative metalworking technique back in like… 1904 i guess? but the machine broke and i kept putting off fixing it, and now i can’t get replacement parts because all the others are in museums”
“oh hey i’m looking that up and i guess they just do it with a cad mill now, but why not try your designs on a 3d printer or something”
“how long until they stop making the parts for those, tho”
hey so it’s march now aka the beginning of endometriosis awareness month and i feel obligated to remind you that debilitatingly painful periods are not normal. if you or someone you know is ending up sick or bedridden every month, you are not crazy and deserve medical attention from someone who will take you seriously
hey it’s march again let’s get this post circulating again
Modern Life is Rubbish 