From b774f0e0886559613036f60b683c5f872d9928fd Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Danila Fedorin Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2024 00:40:32 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] More minor edits Signed-off-by: Danila Fedorin --- content/writing/thevoid.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/content/writing/thevoid.md b/content/writing/thevoid.md index 3ab9b1a..27b1459 100644 --- a/content/writing/thevoid.md +++ b/content/writing/thevoid.md @@ -104,7 +104,7 @@ There was, she thought, a first day to all of this, even a first moment. Before Outside, it was storming. In the dark, roads were discernible only through streaking reflections of stoplights in puddles. Rain drummed with increasing urgency against the house's windows; larger drops left craters in the waterscape forming on the glass. The resulting texture was not unlike mycelium. -Mrs. Leonard wondered whether the first of the leaf-cutter ants were wary of the transformation occurring around them, whether the incursion of hyphae into their familiar tunnels concerned them. Something new was beginning to live alongside them, something decidedly un-ant-like. It thought nothing of workers, queens, or larvae, and it was unconcerned with conquest, hunting, or foraging. The fungus only swelled more with each day, entangling itself deeper into their lives. Were the ants really not afraid of this {{< thevoid "thing" >}}? She was sure she would be. +Mrs. Leonard wondered whether the first of the leaf-cutter ants were wary of the transformation occurring around them, whether the incursion of hyphae into their familiar tunnels concerned them. Something new was beginning to live alongside them, something decidedly un-ant-like. It thought nothing of workers, queens, or larvae, and it was unconcerned with conquest, hunting, or foraging. The fungus only swelled more with each day, entangling itself deeper into their lives. Were the ants really not afraid of this {{< thevoid "thing" >}}? It certainly scared her. It was over 45 million years ago, the narrator of the documentary had said, that the colonies likely began their new mutualistic way of life. That November night, the ants were still there, tending to their gardens. The fungus nourished their larvae in exchange for their protection. Perhaps, in some way neither she nor the ants could understand, that symbiosis warded off dangers that their competitors succumbed to.