2023 was the last time I felt really quiet, despite my fixation on dark humor and topics I was actually doing much better than I am now. In this short post I connect the dream-like atmosphere of the heat we experienced that year to scenes in Serial Expirements Lain

I almost feel like I should have put this in the "prose" section. I like the cadence of this entire post and the poem. The last line is rather abrupt but you could say that's fitting for what it says

Ahaha noo don't kill yourself try clearing the cache babe ahaha

Beyond me how I set the size in exact pixels and yet it's fucking up this bad

Had to do trial and error directly in the neocities editor because codepen sized everthing correctly except the music player??? PLEASE let me know if it looks fucked up on your end (aside from the song title being half cut on the bottom)

Some rambly thoughts about how I used to not like Howl's Moving Castle (the movie) and now I do.