The Perpetual In Between

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Just like my life, everything is ripping apart.

invited to a birthday party, a long, long, long time ago. i feel like i'm still there, at that party, back in 2009. one of the happy moments from a time where everything just blurs. is that what a core memory is?

grug dont have to change!

“here’s a space that’s odd and makes you feel uniquely alone, like no one has ever been here before, but don’t worry, we put a critter in here because we thought that was boring”

like that last paragraph is exactly what I described; an author overplaying their hand because they don’t grasp that the space being empty is far more interesting than anything you could possibly put into it

no. wander my halls for 10,000 years.