It's coincidental we're speaking of weather, actually. This morning I was looking out my window at the snow, and thinking about how funny it is that during 3/4 of the year, the human race is environmentally uncomfortable. We've come so far as to adapt and evolve but have still made little progress in allowing ourselves to be comfortable--in a natural state--to the most abundant factor of our surroundings.
Although, there is something Darwinistic, to an extent, to building shelter.
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"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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