stuck in universe city

Hiroshi Nagai's paintings need sunglasses to look at.

They look like how it feels to walk across a parking lot on a 98° summer day without a speck of shade in sight.

They look like heaven but also like you'd burn your bare feet on the ground.

Even when you can see shade you know it's not enough and the minute you step out you'll be burnt to a crisp like a vampire.

You get the whole walk cycle and the little sprint at the end.

Sometimes her sprints last for like 4 or 5 seconds and she can shoot herself off the couch or into a wall if she gets a grip with her back claws. If she does it next to a wall, her head smacking into it sounds like someone is trying to break into the house. She doesn't wake up.

I agree with so much of this like after living as a christian and then being chronically ill for years I’ve seen multiple versions of this and I was talking about it with my psych the other day how this denial becomes the bedrock of your existence and you start to got to drastic measures so that the foundation isn’t shaken

but you’re building over a void! there is nothing there! you’re doing insane things just to keep that hole empty, it’s insane!