I've just heard that the humble blobfish has been voted the world's ugliest animal.
Speaking of blobs, I remember once waking up in the middle of the night, still half-asleep, to find that all forms had disappeared. There was no bed, furniture, room, house, neighbours, street, nothing but this fluid and jelly-like, purple blob. In other words, the purple blob was everything.
As I was staring at the purple blob, it formed a finger and reached out and touched my shoulder. I got that the blob was telling me that I was it; I was the purple blob in human form.
When I fully woke up, everything returned to "normal."
Thank you, blobfish, for reminding me that I am nothing but a purple blob.
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