MOVE
I can't help but kinda feel homeless now. As fucked up as the house was, I had my niche carved out. I know I'm welcome (though not necessarily wanted) where I'm returning to. It feels strange, and awkward there. There's a bunch of other spots in which I am welcome to crash, but I definitely do kind of feel dislocated, and it really took me by surprise. No more IDM-inspired noise bursts at 3am keeping me awake. No more crazy orange and random white patch color scheme to my room. No more psychedelic patterning forming and falling from the ceiling due to water damage. No more sedentary life. I wonder when the next time I'll feel at home will be...