Words of the Constant
A larger pot takes longer to boil.
Solanum tuberosum, a staple in some cultures.
Roasted Solanum tuberosum.
Mutated seed of Solanum tuberosum.
Traditionally one hangs a pot from it.
The old fashioned way to cook over a fire.
Hmmm, what shall we make next?
It needs sap.
The soil in this realm is fetid.
Beyond repair.
The remnants of a once thriving culture.
Interesting. It appears they didn't worship Gnaw.
Something must have knocked it down.
It's crumbling.
Antiquated but not without sophistication.
The clockwork has seized as well.
What creatures once lived here?
There's nothing left of the inhabitants.
What caused this city to crumble?
The door to a public house.
It has collapsed.
This city's former inhabitants had stashed goods within.
Surely there's an accompanying key.
Mmmm! Oncorhynchus nerka!
Seared oncorhynchus nerka.
Sodium chloride. Also known as table salt.
Clusters of unprocessed sodium chloride.
Salt deposits should form on the rack soon.
Enough salt has crystallized to harvest.
We ought to put it up by the sodium spring.
This tree sap has extraordinary glucose content.
A simple implement for tapping trees.
That's not growing back.
No longer food grade.
An envelope of potential crops.
Gruesome.
Processed and ready for cooking.
I am not familiar with this species of plant.
I don't have time to wait for it to grow back.
It passes the universal edibility test.
What unique coloring. I should like to press its leaves in my books!
I should at least like to study its rings.
The insecta are drawn to the glucose.
Sap collection is under way.
No sense letting it sit.
Its internal structure has been damaged, but it can still recover.
What a magnificent subspecies!
Their society has stark social class roles.
It has entered the REM stage of sleep.
Tsk! What disrepair.