Eddie and I are on our way to New York in the worst bus ever! The bus stop was on the side of a cheap breakfast restaurant, looked abandoned, and had a sadly pinned Happy Birthday sign in a corner next to a shovel. There’s a story there and it’s not a happy one.
Eddie. My phone is broken. I’ll be home in an hour. I love you.
How I wake up every morning
I wish I used more contrasting colors because I kinda made up a pattern and I really like it but it’s super hard to see
illustration of Mayan script. they aren’t hieroglyphs technically speaking. anything that could be said could be written down.
the funny part about the archaeology of classical mayan is that any language which has been written long enough to have stereotyped proportions in engraving will have complex and non-intuitable canons of composition which change over time but retain certain elements as they do, as a part of cultural heritage which is sort of hard to express or explain. i would lay down money that someone literate in mayan would look at this, which is intended to be a faithful reproduction of it, and laugh their asses off. “did a baby write this? a dog?”
Mayan writing is actually really interesting (I don’t know about this bit specifically) because there were two kinds of writing. There was the day-to-day writing that was needed for shopkeeping and whatnot but all religious texts were written in this unnecessarily fancy script that kept the common people from accessing important texts. It was to the point they had different symbols for numbers.