Photo: Maarten Inghels
Years ago, I found this cobblestone on the street in Brussels with the golden inscription “I USED TO BE A MOUNTAIN.” Like a speech bubble rising from a choked rock. After all these years, I still haven’t been able to find out who made it—there’s no record of it anywhere as a listed artwork. I see it now as a poetic intervention by an anonymous city dweller.
The complex atoms that make up you and me were born out of the hearts of exploding dying stars billions of years ago. Those atoms drifted, floated and danced across the universe, onto our planet where they were again moved, mixed and rearranged to make this walking talking meat skeleton powered by electricity.
Orchestrated by electrical messages but I think powered by ATP.
Yeah, they lost me at electricity. I think this is a copypasta.
We are all stardust