Note archive: July 17th, 2015

Hands, do what you’re bid:
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.

What they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass.

Basque chicken.

Basque chicken.

Papa’s got a brand new space probe. cc @ArielWaldman

Papa’s got a brand new space probe. cc @ArielWaldman