“[Crabs] were willing to give up their hideaway in order to avoid the source of their probable pain.”
—More evidence that crustaceans don’t want to become lobster/crab rolls/sandwiches in the way they likely will, or ever. For all the misery in the world, is it possible that there have been equal and opposite moments of greatness? Or is there more darkness than light, in which case is this whole thing another planet’s ‘Cabin in the Woods’? Or are we all alone with our disgusting mess? Also: Is there a word for people who only eat meat that they’ve killed themselves?