Glaring street lights recede into the void of night. Kokabiel smokes a cigarette surrounded by an endless field of grass. Building windows can faintly be recognized behind this all.

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28 November 2024


"kluney losing it live on instagram watch him be ok 2 days later

now!! now it's hitting!!! the annual time interpolation ..... i feel like im being ripped apart, and somehow my 'death' is more certain than ever. whereas last year's epicentre was an estranged friend's old apartment.. this year is the last time i visited that same estranged friend's house ahaha nothing fields lead to the road, the road where the midnight bus will take me home. then it crashes all at once--brushing vehicles, still city waters, sipping a cup of coffee---actually sipping homemade latte while smashing letters into a chatroom instead of the glitchy document of a belated assignment. so much occurs in the dark i can't take it. at this point scents flood to me too. all this nostalgia is so visceral due to how utterly distant they are.

considering the pattern of this phenomenon, what if it's just a dramatic prelude to seasonal depression lol."

- Original Instagram caption