If there's one thing I have learned from school it's that ants are more sophisticated in communicating in mass numbers than humans will ever hope to be.
Walking through the halls is a strange sort of inevitable self inflected hell and chaos. It's unavoidable, but whenever I try to manuever my way through the halls I always find myself thinking of the lines of ants following each other and somehow never bumping into each other or having to stop for 12 minutes while we all try and work out way through the intersection.
I propose we put in stop signs and divide the walk ways.
Problem Solved! I'm a genious :P
Walking through the halls is a strange sort of inevitable self inflected hell and chaos. It's unavoidable, but whenever I try to manuever my way through the halls I always find myself thinking of the lines of ants following each other and somehow never bumping into each other or having to stop for 12 minutes while we all try and work out way through the intersection.
I propose we put in stop signs and divide the walk ways.
Problem Solved! I'm a genious :P