excuse me;;

Grocery Store Spatial Relations 101

How little room there is for us to get through when we ask an able-bodied person to move at the grocery store:

[Birds-eye-view of a crude drawing of a grocery store isle. There is a person with a grocery cart ahead to the left, one in the middle of the isle on a diagonal, and another person with a child to the right side of the isle. The drawing shows the girl in a wheelchair behind them all saying “excuse me”. There is a purple line showing the width of the chair, and another showing the width of an open gap between everyone. There is an X indicating that the person in the wheelchair cannot fit through.]

Versus

How much room there is for an able-bodied person to get through when they ask US to move for them:

[Birds-eye-view of the same grocery store isle. There is a person with a grocery cart ahead to the left, one to the right, and a girl in a wheelchair slightly sticking out to the right behind them. The drawing shows a person beside the girl in the wheelchair, with a cart, saying “excuse me”. There is a purple line showing the width of the cart, and another showing the width of an open gap between everyone. There is a check mark indicating that the person in the cart behind everyone can indeed fit.]

BUBBLES

In the most varied sizes.
Distributed randomly.
Everything mathematically defined.
Complexity, in simple air bubbles.

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In which Yuuri is the god of love and Victor forced himself into exile.

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