Altakar

Day 1191 - If 2020 was a pulse monitor, blipping between highest highs and lowest lows, 2021 was the flatline as the year blurred into haze.

Day 1190 - Strangely peaceful. I suppose there isn't anything to do anymore but it still feels a little bit uncanny despite the nothingness.

Day 1189 - Found a trash bag that definitely isn't mine in my garbage bin today. There is a small but nonzero chance of this going... badly.

Day 1188 - There really isn't much to do anymore, and I find that so relaxing. This is one of the last chances I get to have time just stop.

Day 1187 - It's too cold to keep walking, but they're relaxing. Apart from feeling that you aren't supposed to walk in the suburbs, it works

Day 1185 - Hope everyone enjoyed their Christmas. I went out for a walk yesterday. Wasn't the gift I expected but I decided to make it work.

Day 1184 - What's left to get out of this? The wick has already been burnt to ash several times over, and is there anything else to recover?

Day 1183 - New hotfixes seem just a little bit cool. Nothing else to be said about them. Guess I'll just go and move on with my night, then.

Day 1182 - Now that winter break is beginning, I should be able to live through the rest of this year with some peace and quiet... hopefully

Day 1181 - I suppose that if any of this was real, I'd maybe stick around for a little while longer. Maybe watch the fireplace or something.

Day 1180 - There is no point in losing my mind every night trying to keep this going for so much longer than it has had any reason to exist.

Day 1178 - There's something fascinating about watching the tree of your possibilities being pruned right in front of your very own eyes....

Day 1177 - It must be nice to be privileged enough to be able to step away from the cards of life. It'd be a shame if it we made it painful.

Day 1176 - 1176. I'm getting the most muted notes of deja vu right now. I've never typed that out before but that felt almost... repetitive.

Day 1175 - Sleep without yawning. The idea feels almost surreal, but it is certainly a stronger alternative as opposed to the other option.

Day 1174 - These are going to be the equivalent of illegible scribbles in only a few months' time. Entropy is one special kind of character.

Day 1173 - Is beige even a real color? It feels like everything about it is either completely made up or a disintegrating memory in my mind.

Day 1172 - Something crawled out of my attic door earlier today. Under normal circumstances, nothing to worry about. that thing isn't normal

Day 1171 - The red lights teeter between slightly orange and slightly pink depending on the night and my eyes might be starting to burn out.

Day 1170 - Every numbered day feels the same now. First two digits don't change often enough to matter; last one changes too much to matter.