A summer day; almost twilight, the sun's fading light warming homes of an appearance then muddy; solemn. A family closes their doors; a waylain woman stares blankly for customers. An eve' overstrode; of restless tone...

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Did two minor revisions to this text before settling on it.

Tonight's a not-so-energetic night of PSP homebrew digging, homecooked pizza, and memories of the kinds of veins of creativity of soul that birthed things like the Silent Hill series of games and movies (I own the first SH movie. Never seen the second.). And this also brings my thinking back to Fur Affinity of around 2010 through 2013 - a time, for lack of a better description, that just felt dreamy to me considering my background where absorption of the things of entertainment are concerned. A scary time. A wonderful time...

I keep noticing "memeage" of the word "salt" being thrown around, in a context denoting angst, or anger. I never think of angst or anger when I think of salt. I think of the flavors of life, or of soulful vibrance of breadth. Call it a trait of being so very much a connoisseur of foods high in sodium, lmao.

I haven't felt much inspired to write, but the thought usually crosses my mind. The further along the world develops, the more young people there are who aren't much impressed by narratives as opposed to visuals. It's gotten much harder for the written word to thrive on its own merits, at least, among the loudest of voices.

I'm in a nostalgic mood. NES nostalgia, Sega Genesis glory, Playstation 1 drudgery, PS2 experimentation, what little PS3 and PSP memories I have that I can claim to have once found myself lost in upon the beginnings of. It's a night of longing for my days in the sun and the times that followed, and what held the attention of a vast multitude of people - in my personal, biased opinion - more so than now.

I'm just in hazy thinking of what has been widely loved, and hopefully not widely forgotten. From out of times of war and in moments in the lives of people who're weary yet mindful of struggle has come a variety of lovely things, some not so much where a creator's motives were concerned, which isn't to devalue "questionable" content on blanket statement logic.

 

There isn't much to say these days in a lengthy dissertation. I'm just feeling somewhat attuned to how I couldn't stop thinking at one point in time.

It's been a snowless Christmas and winter start. Remember to stay warm and well clothed, whenever the weather decides to call for that... xD <3