dead end

I keep rereading the stuff I’ve written for oilspill skies and feeling for the first time in like a year very genuinely excited for something I’ve written rather than the normal low grade “I’m so embarrassed but I must exorcise this demon” thing I normally have going on

Watched a video of someone talking about their theory that in the next decade there’s gonna be a digital caste system and honestly I could see it I really could

Truly do need story recs tbh

There is something so overpoweringly neurotic about me trying to keep a character believable and firmly characterized that I’m sitting here making sure Eddy doesn’t call his apartment “home” because he doesn’t think of it as home, because nowhere has even been home.