Communion of fries 🍟
I was breaking in my new commonplace pocket journal when McDonald’s drifted into my head — and it hit me that it might be the most common place on the planet.
I think about McDonald’s every now and then, and that alone feels unsettling.
That’s a powerful egregore if there ever was one.
🍔 The Communion of Fries
The communion of fries feels almost… Catholic.
Back in college, when I was nearly penniless, my friends and I would go to McDo and order nothing but fries. We’d pile them onto a tray and commune — celebrating a passed test, a small win, or just the fact that we could sit together and catch up.
It happened often enough that it feels ritualistic in hindsight.
🧠 Ideas with Weight
I’m probably one of the few people you’ve met who genuinely believes that ideas hold power — literally.
As if ideas that linger long enough in our heads develop a grip on reality itself.
Think Cthulhu, but dressed as a clown.
Or maybe a jester.
Or maybe Loki, smiling while pulling the strings.
I know.
Gibberish.
But still — what does this represent?
To me.
To you.
P.S.
And don’t even get me started on fossil fuels.
Oil.
That dark, ancient goo — evil incarnate — quietly seeking to consume the world.
It's probably nothing tho.