The Royal Society

 - Everything has form and shape  Everything from ideas to thoughts to ideas to things have some sort of geometry or something  - e.g. we have never would’ve imagined that sound would’ve travelled a certain way or that beds would be x comfortable or that to sing we need to push air from lungs or that I need to eat - I am convinced everything we have and that exists has some sort of geometrical fingerprint so that we could identify it  -  there is a web of interconnected something and I don’t know what but I hope I can map it someday 

 Damn I’m kinda lonely rn it kinda sucks I wish it’d just all be over and I can be happy again and things will move smoothly I really hate this 😭😭😭😭 like I know what I need and want and I just wanna be understood but holy shit I don’t get that and oh my god 😭😭😭😭 this sucks so much you don’t know till you live it and I lowkey feel like wood rotting right now don’t even get me started im so done  How tf people survive how tf do lonely ppl survive like holy fuck friends are so much more complicated than I thought and it’s not like I can just YouTube myself speaking or like whatever: it sucks bro like why is it so hard I’m actually so done rn like holy fuck it’s really hard and I just wish it’d be over real fast and I can actually like. Not feel this way. My environment is not feeding what I want and not stretching the way I want it and it really does hurt because I just don’t wanna shrink myself to fit it goddamn. 

Story: Christiaan attempts to hypnotize Edmond so Christiaan can get whatever he wants and not be framed as a criminal. Christiaan happens to be really into clocks and pendulums and yeah poor Edmond Christiaan Huygens: *slowly waving a pendulum in front of Edmond Halley's face* Youuuu will steal all the makeup at Sephora and get peptol bismol for Robert Boyle  Edmond Halley (drooling): yesssss... I will steal all the makeup... Isaac Newton (Eyes widening): EDMOND! CHRISTIAAN! WHAT ON EARTH- Isaac Newton: *Covering Edmond's eyes immediately* JESUS, CHRISTIAAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM. Christiaan (sly): *Putting the pendulum away in his pocket* Oh, just... you know, playing around with this little gadget I found.  Isaac: *squinting at Christiaan* Oh yeah? And trying to make Edmond commit theft? What are you, a criminal now, practicing some sort of witchcraft? Edmond: *wiping drool from his mouth, waking up from this trance* Wh-what? Criminal? Christiaan: Isaac, come on, don...

So this blog will be about a cartoon? Called The Royal Society. And I know, maybe AI might steal my ideas here. Maybe it won't. But nevertheless it shall be done. AI is in everything nowadays.  So there will be different parts to it, like dialogues, media, etc. I have a lot of ideas. I hope whoever is reading this will enjoy it.  I love The Royal Society because it's not just a cartoon, but a reflection of myself.