Words of the Constant
Desperate times, desperate measures.
Reminds me of Burroughs. A favorite at the library.
I'm not sure it's been prepared properly.
Delightfully devoid of spines.
Delicious makizushi.
The fire has almost self-extinguished.
A camp fire.
That fire is burning at an alarming rate.
The fire could use some more fuel.
A perfectly average fire.
I can re-light it.
A portable reading light.
I'm no rabologist.
The cap of a true boatswoman.
I can store a few extra books aboard.
Daucus carota. Edible, and delicious.
Daucus carota, roasted to perfection.
Daucus carota is a root vegetable.
Seed of Daucus carota.
A sort of a wildcat. Handsome fellow.
Looks used up.
An excellent hollow for a den.
Not quite like Crockett's, but it'll do.
All of them are genetically identical.
I do not believe this one can be restored.
Somewhat better.
The seeds must have fallen down a sinkhole.
The placement of that rock looks intentional.
Perhaps when I am better prepared.
The subterranean world awaits.
The passage has been obstructed.
Perhaps later.
Maybe I should go back up for some fresh air.
There's something under that rock.
A lovely ornamental plant.
What might transpire if it came in contact with the cave's entrance, I wonder?
Differentiated from roe chiefly by the jar.
Could use a little more sauce.
It's mostly carbon and ash.
Clockwork junk.
Clockwork junk.
Clockwork junk.
A motile storage chest.
Oculus Mysterium.
The oculus is inactive.
All its functions have irreversibly cessated.
A domesticated Gallus Gallus.
Experiencing unihemispheric slow-wave sleep.
Invented by an astute meteorologist!
The exoskeleton of an arthropod.