First time in Paris many years ago, emerged from the train and immediately found a half eaten baguette on this utility box. Also took a bite and felt superior.

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More likely Brad phoning it in during community service or Gloria’s father (explains why mom left)

1. I would pay money to help you establish this incredible pool of biotech jello
2. Consider us weirdos in Providence, RI for future expeditions

I picture the biologist’s doppelgänger having a flashback to meeting her husband here, on a field assignment in Rock Bay years ago, before jumping in with Control

What if the lighthouses are inside of us though? Like what if we put too much meaning into the words “light” and “house” as a way to distract us from the reality that the brightness is pulsing from within

Beam this into my brain like a strobe of green light piercing through an abandoned light house on the forgotten coast surrounded by cannibal fiddler crabs exploring an ancient tidal pool with a subtle odor of rotting honey and a texture that… breathes, somehow.