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Empathising with my little parsley plant from the supermarket..
Did you know that little herb plant from the supermarket doesn’t have to be thrown away?
With a bit of care, it will grow.
All it needs is a little more room—space for its roots to stretch and breathe.
A touch more soil, a place to feel at ease.
Like us, it thrives with comfort, sunlight, and a gentle drink of water.
Intergenerational trauma is the idea that trauma can be passed down through families. It doesn’t change the genes themselves, but it can change how the genes work.
This is a conversation piece in the shape of a tower of generational trauma, passed down through your DNA.
How bad internet ruined my mental health in the pandemic.
A weak connection kept me from connecting—
the silence behind the screen grew louder than the distorted words coming out of it.
Cut off from others, I glitched into loneliness.
The video above is not just a message, it’s a quiet cry for help, carried on broken signals.
I got a call—from the future.
Not a scam, not a glitch.
A real voice. My relative, decades ahead, speaking from a world I could barely imagine.
He told me that humanity had changed… not through war, not through machines—but through food.
Over generations, diets shaped evolution. People split into new races.
There were The Connected—those who had cut out every trace of chemically altered food. They lived simply, in harmony with nature, their bodies unmodified, pure.
And then there were The Altered—those who embraced synthetic substances, who used food not just to nourish, but to transform.
My relative was one of them. One of The Altered.
He described strange substances that could bend the body, sharpen the mind, even shift his physical form.
But what surprised me most wasn’t the science—it was the love story.
He had fallen for someone from the other side.
She, a daughter of the Connected. Calm, grounded, untouched by artificial change.
He, a product of radical alteration. Engineered by what he consumed.
Two different races. One impossible connection.
And somehow, their story made me wonder:
If food divided us… what would happen if love brought us back together?
Mocking our dear self proclamed life style inlfuencers who feed on naive insecure people with messy, insane ideas of how to be healthy.
