make bad art for the love of the game now!

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seashelves.log

2024-10-04

im not sulking. Im not. I just need space.

Can’t get that on the Rua, can you. Cramped, half the space cordoned off for mom’s other kids, the green ones. The other half completely gutted and rebuilt by papa, no secret spots left unhidden.

Sometimes you just gotta get out.

The stands would be nice, but they’re a little too close, and I don’t really wanna spend my alone time with mama’s favourite child.

I could go into the city, and I know I’d be safe, I know I would. That’s one of the few rules that isn’t stupid though. Sal’s prosthetic is nice, but they don’t dominate handball anymore, and I see the way they check before they walk under concrete.

The ocean isn’t quiet, but it’s peaceful. No. It’s… Its too forceful, too unknowable, too capable of violence to be peaceful. It’s more like… it’s seaparate. It’s away. It’s a whole different paradigm. Things fall slow and currents tickle the shore, and reef sharks lurk and kelp sways and it’s all so familiar, but through a new lens. It forces a new perspective. It forces you to live in the moment, because you’re no longer on home turf.

just rediscovered this in a folder from writchal24 called "Unfinished". wtf i love this why didn't i post it. author dr. vadnais-carver, date created: 515ish pse, idk. that project is finished and i want it to stay that way, no revisions, but this is a sticky note posted over the top