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It wasn't official or whatever. No calendar noted it. Nobody announced 2023, or was it 2024, the Year of the Blob. That, nonetheless, was what it was. The year everything lost its corners. Its definition. its form.
The blob started humbly. Days merging one into the next. Monday felt like Thursday felt like nothing. Saturday felt like nothing. Work ran into home ran into sleep ran into screens. No Limits. no frontiers. Only one amorphous mass of life. Body's blob forgot what movement felt like. Relationships blobbed too, not totally apart, not entirely together.
According to researchers, blobs are quite intriguing life forms. Slime molds that solve mazes, that survive anything, that exist without brains but somehow know things. Perhaps that was it. Perhaps evolution was the Year of the Blob. Developing something that lives by rejecting to be anything particular.
Without edges, nothing can cut you.