Harlequin

I walked past a mulberry tree today and it reminded me of my childhood. In third grade I raised a shoe box full of silkworms. It was kind of fun watching them transform from skinny wormy things into juicy fat worm things, make a cocoon, turn into moths, lay eggs, and then die. My teacher told our class that silk was very expensive and for some reason I was convinced that I would sell the cocoons and become filthy rich. I guess  that didn't work out too well. It would be nice to be a silkworm. I think I would rather have people picking me up and poking me in comparison to having to actually deal with them. The majority of people on Earth are a waste of time. This may seem venomous, but if you think about it for a second there's some truth behind it. If you ask yourself "Am I still going to be talking to this person 20 years from now?" and the answer is no, what's the point? I'm just saying as usual... humanity has been and continues to be disappointing.

This is pretty accurate for today: