"   Men are disturbed not by things, but by the view which they take of them   "
The Enchiridion -Epicetetus

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain.
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading-treading till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through-

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum-
Kept beating-beating till I thought
My Mind was going numb-

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those samr Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space- began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here

Emily Dickinson (mid-1800’s)
→ Where are you on the global fat scale?

global fat scale!

I got Pakistan for what my body is “most like”

not sure how to interpret that data… but still interesting¬†