dedicated to the three radio towers on the horizon
"κάλλιστον μὲν ἐγὼ λείπω φάος ἠελίοιο,
δεύτερον ἄστρα φαεινὰ σεληναίης τε πρόσωπον
ἠδὲ καὶ ὡραίους σικύους καὶ μῆλα καὶ ὄγχνας"
"E poi sente assai poco la propria passione, o lieta o trista che sia, chi sa troppo minutamente descriverla."
-Ugo Foscolo, "Le ultime lettere di Jacopo Ortis"
Welcome to the heart of this site, the journal. Here I do what I came here to do, to talk about what I do and feel with no filters. I mean it, so be warned. I will (more or less) occasionally discuss sensitive topics, and I would put a nsfw warning too but if you're browsing neocities at work you probably deserve what's coming to you. Also if you see capital letters like H, V, L and so on, I'm referring to specific people in my life.
One day I might grow up to be normal or otherwise dull, but this journal is meant to be a portrait of the outlandish person I currently am, in good and bad, and the various phases of my outlandishness.
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