there was a dark period of my life (about a week) where I was so enthused with my ice cream making that I decided I'd just eat it for breakfast every day and it seemed fine for maybe two days but then I started to feel a bit like a corpse animated by moonlight in a way I couldn't shake throughout the rest of the day
genuinely felt like a snow elf for a bit there. walking around thinking about how I didn't strictly need anything to survive, but needed a cold and dark place to lie down. started feeling like I could only speak second languages and every human I spoke to was living in the lower world, like I breathed at a rhythm they couldn't keep
which, granted, is not how one should react to the knowledge "I had ice cream for breakfast and you didn't"

























