This blog is moribund. Happily, I am not. This is just a peek up to the surface from my underwater library where I am cataloging fish tales and dog-eared tomes. It sure is cozy and colorful down here, not to mention relatively safe. If marauding sharks or sting rays approach, there's a munitions depot full of razor-sharp-clawed harpies wielding harpoons (if not razor-sharp wit.) It's rarely an issue though since everything moves much more slowly under water.A holiday in the benthos is a stand-in for pathos. From shallow tidepools teeming with flashy starfish to the abysmal depths of some blackeyed godforsaken trench - it all serves to remind: there's just so much sunken seaweed, and so very little time. The lurid lives of those starfish, the freaky folkways of the abyssopelagic. Back off, humpback anglerfish! I'm trying to interview this mellow smack of jellyfish about the triumphs and travails of living the bioluminescent lifestyle! Never stop exploring your world, kids. Or the worlds of others.
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