I was driving back over the hill to Port with a friend the other evening when we came upon it this time. There had been no clue in the air over Dunedin. Not too sure of the altitude- 400m, maybe?
Standing on the saddle overlooking all this mysterious confluence reminded me that I don't understand flat-earthers' attachment to their retarded geographic assertions. At all. Twelve thousand bloody kilometres of unchecked ocean sprawls beyond this particular horizon, even when it is obscured. It doesn't change just because you can't see it today. Its vast energy is so palpably curved and utterly centrifugal that you can sense it humming in a huge blue arc inside your head when you close your eyes on sights like this. The waves declare it, over and over and over.
It might be fashionable to practise empathy for people who are... forgive my fucked-out euphemism generator... differently-orientated; I mean, what is it really like to be a sexagenarian school-leaver or jejune pro basketball person who thinks they know better than 1000 consensual geophysicists strapped together? Sounds sort of... panicky. But at this point in our planetary proceedings I just can't be bothered to feel bad for these massively conceited garbage people and their ignorant contrarian bullshit. The earth is a beautiful, continuous curve.
Round, you fucking idiots. Round.