Aimless

you're in his dms i'm haunting his conscience

𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖊.

The Secret History destroyed my life like what do you mean I can't drink wine and study classical literature and spend the nights in a countryside mansion with piano echoing through the dark halls and break through the confines of humanity in a bacchanal and commit a string of murders and try to escape but eventually kill myself in a blaze of glory, ultimately shattering the lives of the people around me? That I can't escape the cognitive mode of experience and transcend the accident of my moment of being? That I can't lose my self, lose it utterly? What do you mean I can't live without thinking?

Every time I see a man with dark hair and glasses, my mind automatically shifts to Henry Winter.

The man is haunting my life!!

Just starting to work on a large pile of pending work...

...while listening to this:-

Economics

Choose your sin wisely 🪶

may i stop dreaming of you this 2025

eternaldroplets // charles dickens // inkskinned // numenrot // eternaldroplets // anne sexton // david st john // paul auster

My mid-terms are over and my Winter Arc is going to start.👍