Hachiko, the loyal Japanese akita. In 1924, a professor at the Tokyo Imperial University brought him to live in Shibuya, Tokyo, as his pet. Each day, Hachiko would wait at the train station for the professor's commute home. This continued until 1925, when the professor died of a cerebral hemorrhage. For nearly 10 years—from then until his death on March 8, 1935—Hachiko would return to the train station, exactly as the train arrived each day, waiting for the professor to return.
I saw a man this morning going from tree to tree, painstakingly painting each leaf of every tree yellow, red, and gold, one by one. I always wondered how they got that way.
way more meta than you, OP. all jobs involve a cartesian plane. all thought/philosophy is math. even waiting tables is math. mathematicians have simply formalized the domain by minting and using the appropriate symbols. qed
The cool thing about doing math professionally is that you can work anywhere - on your walks, in the shower, as you fall asleep - just by rotating problems in your head. What's not so cool is that this drives you insane
"If you crush a cockroach, you're a hero. If you crush a beautiful butterfly, you're a villain. Morals have aesthetic criteria"- Friedrich Nietzsche
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105 021 mit ICE L in Berlin-Warschauer Straße am 06.04.2025
7 a.m. is too damn early for running errands but, it is currently the only way
Stop excluding me from your secret clubs.
the sun won't consume the earth for another 5-7 billion years.. plenty of time to chill (chills for 5-7 billion years) ah - the sun!!
I know it's wrong but I hope she misses me too.