I have no intention nor excitement to go beyond this place. if someone just left water and a few snacks at my door, I’d gladly live here on this chair, within the things I’ve created, among hundreds of saved files. my ideas would be my pillow, my works the blanket— I would never feel cold, never complain about my place. all I wish to see are the things I’ve made.
June, 2025 by Demon Ego