Prompt Project #14: Writhing Tentacles Coming Out Of a Bucket
“Had a person attempted to taste me so soon after we met, I would have been alarmed; but since Athena was an octopus, I was thrilled. Although we couldn’t have been more different — I, a terrestrial vertebrate constrained by joints and bound to air; she, a marine mollusk with not a single bone, who breathed water — she was clearly as curious about me as I was about her.”
― Sy Montgomery, The Soul of an Octopus: A Surprising Exploration Into the Wonder of Consciousness
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Prompt Project #14: Writhing Tentacles Coming Out Of a Bucket
“Had a person attempted to taste me so soon after we met, I would have been alarmed; but since Athena was an octopus, I was thrilled. Although we couldn’t have been more different — I, a terrestrial vertebrate constrained by joints and bound to air; she, a marine mollusk with not a single bone, who breathed water — she was clearly as curious about me as I was about her.”
― Sy Montgomery, The Soul of an Octopus: A Surprising Exploration Into the Wonder of Consciousness
Visit Valmoor Harbor.