good ole duolingo language ap, bringing the existential dread at two o’clock in the morning. because aren’t we all this shark/dolphin/albino penguin, staring dead-eyed into the void, waiting for someone to classify us so we know what to do and where to go?

if i knew what you were, little grey monster, i would tell you. just as, i would hope, someone in the know would tell me what i am. should i ask.