attic trash

you're nothing without me

without me, you're nothing at all....



continually pushing my glasses up my nose

I swear, I'm not sure where Futaba went. She should've been around here. Maybe we are one and the same. Maybe she'll wake back up when I get to her palace.

Right, I'm playing Persona 5 Royal for the first time. (And I didn't even get very far in Persona 5 classic, the first time I played it. I just watched Lucien play it. At least I think that was him.) It's probably Futaba's memories. I remember that was before the Realization.

how awful....



if you're willing to look....

There's a very clear difference between Goro when he is the "Detective Prince" and when he is the "Black Mask." On the one hand, you could be .... someone without a brain like mine, on the other hand, Joker is the same way. in a sense.

Joker has more than one "heart": this is how he is a wild card. Goro is also a wild card. I believe this "heart" is a metaphor, perhaps, for different personalities. If you know, you know.

The "Detective Prince" is a mask so thorough and complete, he is his own person. "Black Mask" is all of his repressed anger. 3rd semester Goro has also changed so much, subtly, yes, but changed, and he is a seperate part of the whole, as well.

Of course, later, these internal "personalities" (not Goro's specifically, the cognition stuff itself) are said to not be because of (quote unquote) "multiple personality disorder," but I think Goro is a different case.



hymn for a scarecrow


long time no see....

I've been very busy sleeping lately. It seems the others got quite fixated on Genshin while I was out cold.... Earlier today, again, somebody was playing Genshin, I think it was Wrio, and listening to music. I heard some of Mitski's new album "The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We" (specifically the song "Heaven") float down the hallway, to the little corner of the front room I had curled up in - I only vaguely recall the area of the House - and good lord. I hate to say "she really gets me!" but really, she does. There is a reason her music is so popular, it touches on trauma and sadness and the frankness of your own condition very beautifully. She's wonderful at her craft and is just an all-around lovely human....

The sound of the choir in this album to me reaches through the fog of memory and touches at so many parts of myself. I get mixed up easily in who and where I am, and the sound of choir brings both heartache of growing up, and the sense of being a part of a greater whole. Like this article says, it is a lonely, lonely album.

I cannot help but think of him, my wild card, owner of my right hand glove. Mine doesn't much care for coffee this time around, but I don't mind. He still makes me curry and buys books for us to read. I don't have to sit by myself with a cold cup and think of heaven.

Anyway, I made some stamps. Maybe some other time I will make ones of her other albums, but these were just the easiest with my current level of sake buzzed.