There is no wish more natural than the wish to know.
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| — | Michel de Montaigne, Essais (via philosophybits) |
This fake yarn is supposedly better for sheep.
Aimed at people who don’t know where wool comes from, it’s 100% plastic. Yes, plastic.
So any garment you wash will release microfibres into the sea. It’ll never decompose.
You’re supposed to believe that sheep shearing is violent and cruel. There are imbeciles out there that work in an unprofessional manner while shearing, but that’s not the case overall.
Sheep don’t suffer from having their fleece removed.
Left on, the fleece can become a home for fly eggs and the subsequent maggots which can eat the sheep. Chemical treatments are available to prevent that happening. It’s much better for the sheep, the land and the farmer to avoid chemical use.
Don’t be fooled. Wool is a sustainable material, one we should make more and better use of.
This fake yarn is supposedly better for sheep.
Aimed at people who don’t know where wool comes from, it’s 100% plastic. Yes, plastic.
So any garment you wash will release microfibres into the sea. It’ll never decompose.
You’re supposed to believe that sheep shearing is violent and cruel. There are imbeciles out there that work in an unprofessional manner while shearing, but that’s not the case overall.
Sheep don’t suffer from having their fleece removed.
Left on, the fleece can become a home for fly eggs and the subsequent maggots which can eat the sheep. Chemical treatments are available to prevent that happening. It’s much better for the sheep, the land and the farmer to avoid chemical use.
Don’t be fooled. Wool is a sustainable material, one we should make more and better use of.
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An excerpt from Aaron Yeung’s story, as seen in WEREWOLVES VERSUS: HOLLYWOOD.
More of Aaron Yeung’s work can be found here.
At first glance, everything is as he had left it. His complimentary hotel-brand notepad remains where his last idea had left it, on the counter. His suitcase remains by the bed, untouched and closed firm. His button-up shirts, strewn about in the many weeks, lie piled on the ottoman at the end of the bed.
But, carved into the room, a visage even in the dark. Enormous and somehow having left no mark on its entry. Sitting down, crooked, still with him looming upright, the thing is still slightly taller than him. And yet, like everything else that exists in a hotel room, it does not feel completely out of place. He stares.
The shape of its head is almost like a dog’s. Ears pointed, body black, like some naked Egyptian god of death. It reaches out, its outstretched limb an equivocal gesture, almost beckoning, motioning him forward.
Still drunk, he blinks through the sight, half caught on the door. As he realizes the meaning of the motion, he clambers clumsily away from the threshold, limbs and body almost enthralled forward. As the door shuts, closing out the lights of the hallway, the room is left in blackness. And somehow the thing seems clearer, more defined in the dark.
He sees it clearer then, the details and familiar outline.
He manages to form words through his slack jawed astonishment.
“All right. I get it. Very funny. What’s that, the last of the budget?” The thing makes no sound, no movement save for the falling of its arm to its side. “New prototype for the sequel? That it? Very cool. Very, uh, realistic…”
Read the rest in WEREWOLVES VERSUS: HOLLYWOOD. Download the entire issue for any price (including free) here, and explore the entire WEREWOLVES VERSUS catalogue here.
