i feel really dissociated all the time now, and it feels different than usual. like it’s like. idk. i feel like i’m melting. and somewhere in here somebody is anxious about it but i am not.
it could be so many things probably. we’ll see
[ID: an orange tuxedo cat laying on the top shelf of an empty bookshelf built into the wall of my apartment. he’s reclining into the right edge, leaning his head slightly over the lip of the shelf to look out. in the shelf below him are two small stacks of unwanted books, stacked on their sides with pages facing out or in. the last shelf is empty. a white blanket sits in front of the shelf, and light pours over the wall from a lamp both to the right of and below the shelf, off-camera]



















