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today i made a drawing.
didn’t really like it. it was for that game — the one where you draw someone else’s original character. maybe i should stop overthinking and just do things, but it’s hard to leave that dark zone of my mind that insists on self-destruction. why does it do that?
didn’t really like it. it was for that game — the one where you draw someone else’s original character. maybe i should stop overthinking and just do things, but it’s hard to leave that dark zone of my mind that insists on self-destruction. why does it do that?
Ves is organizing a new Halloween event, and I’ll be taking part. I already have the ideas — now it’s time to bring them to life. I’ll be sharing the process here, and the final piece will be up on November 1st, one day after the contest closes.
there was laughter, art traded, shared pixels —
moments that almost felt like warmth.
but beneath everything, a quiet hum: the static of rejection,
the signal of something about to end.
moments that almost felt like warmth.
but beneath everything, a quiet hum: the static of rejection,
the signal of something about to end.
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[00:01] you write: the rain knows my name and refuses to answer.
[00:14] you write: i collected small silences and stitched them to my sleeve.
[00:35] you write: sometimes i pretend the internet is a room and i am allowed to leave.
[00:50] playground done.