"it builds character"
something to put off? check. witching hour? check. music without time/space associations bumped clandestinely? check. time for facing uncomfortable truths.
none for now
is it writers block when you have ideas, but just don’t want them to leave you?
signal and sign
you know you’ve been listening to too much Feist when it impedes your ability to count up things at the end of the day: “one, two, three, four, five, six, nine and ten, eleven… goddamnit.”
give me your eyes
… I need sunshine. [un] surprisingly, have been listening to old prod. week playlists, moping a little. it’s still weird.