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Over time, however, it has been discovered that bees have wild, natural, unique needs that must be met regardless of their domestication.

[The Dodecahedron Hive: Sacred Geometry for the Honeybee Population]

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there are two groups of fungi.

i can't spell either.

[my notes]

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I came inside just in time to see him down my last beer. He laughed, said, Hey, don't judge me. We both knew that I didn't care about the beer, but it depressed me anyway. I just couldn't think of a single thing that tied us together, other than the fact that we were alive.

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Anyway, I judge people mostly based on their front doors, how they untangle Christmas tree lights, and by the scent they carry in their skin. He didn't have much to worry about, since it was the middle of summer and we shared the same unremarkable front door. We all shared the same scent too, some mixture of whey water, cilantro, and dirt. I didn't have the energy to explain this.

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But he came up the stairs later that night, after I had just woken up from a nap, and he carried with him the smell of food cooking for dinner. It was the kind of smell that was so close to comforting it pained me. For some reason, it made me homesick in a way that nothing else ever had, not college, not life abroad, not sleeping outside in winter. I felt acutely human.

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I wanted to tell him, We are all bound together whether I see it or not. I could not exist without the spray of your sweat on my forearm when you sling your head back. Your dirt-encrusted boots next to mine on the porch weigh me down, tie us both to life.

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How exquisite it is to have aquaintances, to have this kind of camraderie, to settle into others not because we know each other but because we are both human. To have that be enough. To spend a life surrounded is a grace that I am only now beginning to appreciate.