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this feels embarrassingly obvious but i must tweet it so i commit to it because it's half my problems: if you must stay up longer than the other person in your bed, for the love of yourself don't do it by lying in bed staring at a smartphone, get up and leave the room if you must

SUBMERGE (THE THEME FROM RED ANGER)

the minakami yuki in me suffers from the dearth of rooftops where i am but at least there's a balcony

if i were cesar catilina i would perch on the edge of the tallest building in the middle of a storm, tell time to stop, and practice the hell out of the guitar

data integration thought entity introject send tweet

tfw u will never walk into a girl's uncomfortably empty apartment, drink tea with her and then become lost in an unending exposition sequence where she explains she is actuallly merely the temporary physical conduit of an existentially autistic entity lying beyond space and time

free idea: visual novel where the background images become covered in animated white noise to represent visual snow, but the noise is run through a real-time neural denoising algorithm so that you start to see literal hallucinations

oops my high-frequency hearing is oversensitised rn i definitely did wear out my ears yesterday that's not good (but i was aware i was doing it at least)

9 hours ago, i wrote and published a new blog post called “the tragedy of recorded music”. written from the heart as usual

it feels more than a little bit incomplete, will probably go back and extend it a bit at some point, but i knew i had to put it out then lest i put out nothing at all

i genuinely am a more fulfilled, more self-actualised, more interesting and, yes, surely more importantly also a more functional human being when (mildly?) hypomanic, entirely non-illusorily. it's really quite bizarre