‪describing this as “broken” is an interesting choice but i'm not meaning it negatively exactly, i just assume there's some flipside to it. maybe what i'm saying is that the strands of the chord that tethers me to “reality” are fraying more than ever and that's unlocking things‬

you know, that should have been spelled “cord”, but let's go with “chord”. yeah, some notes are falling out of the harmony. i don't know what i'm losing from that, only what i'm gaining, for now

‪when the fuck did i become able to write like that what the fuck it's more than a little bit otherworldly‬

‪i don't know. i feel like something's happening to me but so far i'm just enjoying life more and cannot tell you what it is. but it's like. suddenly levelling up my prophetic wording stat feels very suspicious to me‬

‪like, stuff like “brilliant moment of shining clarity” just comes to me spontaneously now. the “weave of fate” feels like it has a serious and dramatic innebörd above just a flowery metaphor. and other such examples. the “falling into the sky” bit feels larger than life…‬