CURRENTLY...
watching... pretty good, very important people
reading... don quixote, the bell jar, martyr!, the brothers karamazov
listening to... angles - ave mujica, gone gone gone - casey barnes, the whole blue world - ave mujica
playing... project zomboid
my main form of escapism lately has been making OCs in project zomboid, and porting over some larp characters i don't frequently use. please always ask me about OCs! i might get flustered, but i'd love to make connections or talk about our characters interacting.
THE CURRENT ORACLE
flush operational excavation need clue
it's hot and it's brutal and you've been walking for days. the wastes are no joke- perhaps you were too bold, you think, maybe, as you trudge. step, by step, by step, by step. yes, definitely too bold. the soles of your boots dig into crumbling mud, parched clay. it was all barren, all fucking barren. it's annoying, is what it is. annoying and it's hot out. it's not even humid anymore. you'd thought this place was supposed to be humid. at least then maybe you'd find water somewhere.
south still you trudge through the mountains, through these little scattered remains of what might have been townships. they're like cicada shells- they served a purpose, and now they're hollow. of course, it's hot, so you stop in a cicada shell for some shade. a second of comfort. slipped beneath the door- you trudge over the first one and get dust all over the envelope- is a note. below your footprint, there's writing.
from november, to seraph - and whoever else may find this
TRANSMISSIONS
20:42 06/14/26 || november || hello, world - i've finally finished this thing, and now i've run out of ideas on what to say. eventually, i'll turn this into a blog widget. honestly, though, i doubt i'll do it in a graceful way. we could implement formatting for it but i could see us just using the same text file forever for every blog post. we're simple men.
