Today is the last day to join, so if you want in on it, be sure to read over the rules and PM Shakespearicles!sad little sunday · 11:47pm Apr 8th, 2018
man, i'm just fit to burst with words today... (navel-gazing below. and i'm rebeling against caps again.)
i'm listening to my mozart cassette tape, particularly because that lo-fi buzz speaks to some achy little thing in my chest. this little radio looks like it was a cheap player even during the height of the cassette age, but it does its job wonderfully. it even has this kitschy flashing light feature that pulses a red star that i sometimes just punch on for no other reason than to amuse myself and speed the death of the batteries. in just a few months since acquiring this tape player, a little village of cassette tapes have sprung up. brooding in the corner are my nirvana and cure tapes. ac/dc and bad company chum it up under the ever sparky, ever rockin' oingo boingo, bon jovi, and red hot chili peppers. janet jackson doesn't quite know where to go (and the warp in her ribbon makes her the least to vibe the speakers) but she still has a place of honor among the other outliers: some modern jazz fusion album with a compilation of the big band vocalists.
when i feel nostalgic, or low (like now) i pop in one of these darlings.
the upcoming move is just weighing on me. i'm feeling more withdrawn lately. feverish in my private pursuits, but reticent among loved ones. i just got through packing bags for things to get rid of at an upcoming yard sale. we have to cut down on what we take with us. it's stupid and sentimental, but i'm loathed to rid myself of my trinkets.
i can keep my little cassette player. i know i can. but things get lost in a move. the last one had me losing entire bags worth of comics. clothes went missing. things broke.
obviously, the material things should not matter. this cassette player, for the humble joy it gives me, is not worth crying over. i'm not even crying just... frustrated. afraid. i keep trying to come up with a plan on what to do with myself in my new environment, but whatever i think of feels weak at best.
more than anything, what i really think is bothering me is that simple comforts like the one i'm taking refuge in now will be inaccessible if not lost entirely for me once we move. i'm just a bit unsettled, thinking about that.
i have an update for hchl coming up this evening i think. thanks to tethered-angel i think it will read very smoothly. buuut... i think that will be the last pony thing i work on. after that, i wanna return my last week of real creative freedom to my original story. once we get into the last leg of april, i'll have little to no time to devote to this outlet, and it's important to me that i prioritize what has and always will be mine.
Glad I could help
I hope the move goes smoothly. That's never a fun time. Make sure you keep your favorite stuff close at hand so you don't get stuck without it! Sure, most things will be boxed up, but having a little "carry on" with you can do wonders for your sanity. I always keep my laptop, sketchbook, a couple books and my 3ds handy when I travel. Plus the considerable resources of Spotify!
I'll be sad to see you take a break from FiM, but I hope you're not gone too long
You said lofi, so I brought some lofi.
I'll probably be moving too. Forced out, tho I have places to go to. Leaving is always hard. It is just so easy to thing of it as exile, even if it is self-imposed exile, for better and brighter things. I remember lounging on my dilapidated tailgating chair on my Oxford porch, thinking it was like an evacuation.
They never go smoothly.
But they aren't always catastophe, either.
Be well, Nines.
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Oooh... sounds like this is what I'm sleeping with tonight!
I'm happy to hear you have other places to go, but I'm sad to hear of the circumstances. My mojo is weak, but I shall be extending it across time and space to wish you a little peace. Life is a series of tiny victories and miniature disasters sometimes.
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Real talk—chilledcow’s lofi stream on YouTube is VERY GOOD