The setting has made me keep an eye on it, I have a soft spot for Pillars of Eternity 2, hopefully it keeps the same tone of “I like fantasy but I promise I have read some history books too”

The sea shanties they recorded really stuck with me, “roll the berath’s wheel” sometimes pops into my head.

Oops I consolidated a billion dollars oopsie

this could be you

Had a conversation with a cashier and said in passing “after all, every adult mind was built by a child” and she stopped me and said “that’s beautiful dude”

GOOD GOD

you are onto something here

cognitohazard pay

Hmm, that doesn’t sound impossible tbh, like just filling the empty space with psychedelia. That’s so in

(thank you for the compliment)

Haha, I will probably make more of these, they are fun little ways to revisit my book while I am putting a teaser of it on some public places

If you like it perhaps considering giving the author of the book one million dollars?

Good, it’s supposed to be like a scholar’s hastily drawn impression of a mural, the whole book it’s for is concerned with a “translation of a translation”

You’re welcome comrade, good luck to you in becoming a more fully integrated person.

Pro tip: If you just contextualize hard enough, you can draw with the skills of a child and claim it’s on purpose. “Ohoh, see the intentionality in every crude brush stroke to create a primitive style!”

This was me for a long time and tbh chafing at the barrier’s existence is the only part that in retrospect was really causing me harm. Looking back, I think making art to explore it was a necessary part of growing past it, instead of it being something I needed to shatter with a hammer.

No mistaking agamids, love em all

If the goal is to get it out of my system like you describe, I don’t do anything I’d describe as prep, rather I set it up like a special occasion. “Writing time” then becomes mixed up with some kind of lil treat, to separate my satisfaction with the writing done from the time spent. This way, even if the writing itself fell flat and I’m disappointed, maybe I still had a a nice time.

Since writing is often a matter of habit once the initial enthusiasm wears off (for longer stuff at least, not like poetry), my best success came from writing being the gravitic center of my day. It needed to be easy to start, and hard to quit early.

Got hit by a blast of what I can only assume is touch starvation yesterday

It’s only going to get worse isn’t it

Xiaohongshu is making me emotional, according to some of the Chinese users I’ve had conversations with, there was plenty of toxicity and petty arguing there until all the Americans arrived. Now it’s like there are guests and everyone is enjoying the novelty of it, meeting people outside of your bubble really do be something we humans are built to enjoy isn’t it

Your answer is received

(Now remains the last and most important question: of what does the elephantine dream? )

Yeah it’s wild, both Chinese and Indian history have a unique quality to me simply by the nature of having reached such incredible relative population size. It’s like when my eye is drawn to the biggest instrument in the orchestra.