Altakar

Day 725 - I'm trying to empty out some thoughts that just contribute nothing right now. Those clog your brain like leaves clog rain gutters.

Day 724 - The vortex spit out a piece of paper today. It just seems to be a receipt for a milkshake, though. What is going on down there...?

Day 723 - t́͡he ͟͝f̷ir̶s̕t͘̕͞ ̸̧wi͟͢͡ll͜ ̸͜͠bȩ ͡͠th͢͝͞e͟ ̵͟h̛̕a̵̷ŕ̶͏dest͘̕.̧́ ̨t̛h̨͟e oth̶͢eŕ́s̡̛ ͏̵͟w̴̵͞i̴l͝͡l ̨f̸̴̢a̵͘͟ll͢͢͠ ͢s̵o̴͟͝on̷

Day 722 - There are a couple reasons that Day 722 just doesn't exist. One of which is that none of you guys actually airdropped in the juice

Day 721 - Ran out of creative juice for these posts. Anyone want to airdrop some more into the vortex? It won't suck in the plane I promise.

Day 720 - A whole summer of being locked up indoors inside a sweltering room made me forget how cold winter is. And it is only September....

Day 719 - It's been too long since the last time I had a dream, and I think the world is trying to tell me something I will never understand

Day 718 - The worst part about having a popcorn machine is witnessing some kernels being released by the popped ones without getting popped.

Day 717 - Go lie down in your bed. Stare at the ceiling. While darkness and nightmares overcome you, repeat out loud: "there are no dreams."

Day 716 - I'm sorry for anyone who sees these posts in a way where it doesn't make much sense because the concept of time zones is just dumb

Day 715 - Someone will lead us to the end of the world one day. And for now, I guess I wait for someone else to actually turn things around.

Day 714 - The photos on the wall are moving again. Guess I have to spend the night cleaning out whatever thing possessed my wall last month.

Day 713 - The weather's pretty good outside tonight. All I'd need to take advantage of it is a hammock and some trees to tie the hammock to.

Day 712 - Somehow my day counter is a day behind for who knows however long. It's supposed to be Day 711 but apparently today is Day 712...?

Day 710 - Well, I think I cut the wrong strings in the void and now all I can see are dark and grainy liminal spaces in terrible resolution.

Day 709 - I feel like at some point, I'll do some weird stuff down in the void and then I'll wake up later and start walking on the ceiling.

Day 708 - The void is misunderstood I think. You're alone in the dark, that's the thought. But everyone down there is afraid of being wrong.

Day 707 - Just sitting at my desk trying to figure out what to write while my newly-ruined sleep schedule is somewhere in the shadowy rooms.

Day 706 - Everyone talks about the dark stuff from the void, but I wonder if the void can send me, I dunno, a pizza and a couch to crash on.

Day 705 - There never really is an end to things, are there? The clock keeps ticking, the hourglass keeps flowing, and the haunting goes on.