Panda Held

Remember yesterday, when you were all, “Why won’t they let that mother panda hold her baby panda?” and “I wish that mother panda were allowed to hold her baby panda,” and “Oh my God, this whole thing is heartbreaking. And I mean life. Everything seems so vital and important and the pain hurts so badly and in the end, for what? For nothing. You die, it’s gone, it’s over, it didn’t mean a goddamn thing in the first place, and all the anguish was as unnecessary as it was agonizing. Also, wtf is up with that baby panda, why won’t they let the mother hold it?” HERE! Happy now? Or, you know, marginally less unhappy? Because this is about as good as it’s gonna get and even that is not gonna last all that long.