
branches twist
in pretzel-like weaves,
stronger for it.

branches twist
in pretzel-like weaves,
stronger for it.
As a kid, I would definitely say I was more Looney Tunes than Hanna Barbera. I particularly liked “The Road Runner Show” and episodes with Yosemite Sam. Probably because the violence seemed more authentic and characters like Marvin the Martian and Yosemite Sam were salable as murderous psychopaths. I watched Hanna Barbera, but it always seemed like softball by comparison.
Today, I would have to say Rick and Morty.
Truth be told, the answer is reading, but as hardcore addictions go, the side-effects are better than with heroin or meth (and almost completely opposite, though it does sometimes make me sleepy.) So, I think I’ll go with social media, which I probably do less of than average, but that’s still way too much.
When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.