trans your literature and poetry by translating it. please. it's the only way it can experience transition.

friendship ended with percentage units, now view-width and view-height are my best friends.

maybe dark souls two isn't as bad as everyone says it is?

another site refresh? for no rhyme or reason?

i'm never going to be satisfied with my neocities layout, am i?

i really need to start making a list of the metroidvanias i want to play.

mortified by the fact that if one simply does the thing, the thing does in fact, get done.

right. i think i can sit on this website theme for at least a few months.

unfortunately my neocities theme will keep undergoing iteration until such time that i actually learn to code.

nostalgia is always trustworthy and never a deceptive sentiment.

i am absolutely uninterested in cozy fiction, i want to read deeply discomforting literature that will disorder my worldview entirely.

re-did my neocities.

sitting in my room bedeviled by all the books i haven't read.

i've been putting off learning how to code a website by trying different blogging platforms, and it. is. not. working.

As someone who doesn't read poetry regularly, finding out that it's filed under "non-fiction" is quite jarring.

new notebook. new me. same crappy handwriting though.

taking notes on the revolution in nepal and marking the similarities to last year's revolution in bangladesh.

it is finally time for silksong.

my dreams have been very strange lately.

i have now read *roadside picnic* at ages 23, 28, and 31, incidentally, the ages that redrick schuhart is depicted at. what an absurd little coincidence.