flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
This one happened because my awesome friends C and V brought back an illustrated pamphlet of ancient Mayan sex positions from a recent cruise, and some of the drawings were worrying, some were terrifying, some involved funny hats, and one was such a Moebius strip of arms and thighs and, I don’t know, maybe a tail somewhere? that we could NOT figure out what the hell was going on. You know, when a group of nerds can’t figure out a dirty diagram, that diagram is intense.
Mayans, y’all. Apparently, quite the frisky folk.