I have to assume that, for other people, walking into my room feels a lot like walking into howl's room: there's a lot of shit to look at and a not insignificant amount of it looks suspiciously like dildos

I have to assume that, for other people, walking into my room feels a lot like walking into howl's room: there's a lot of shit to look at and a not insignificant amount of it looks suspiciously like dildos
sometimes I look at the hair on my hands and I just feel like. having a real lupin moment over here
I am of two somewhat conflicted minds about the forgotten city (game) but I think it's very interesting that beating the game demands letting someone else have credit for the things you've done. that particular beat is, to me, a genius of execution. actual perfection. I love video games
libraries belong in low poly. libraries should all be sprawling and unmappable and harbor arcane secrets in heavy books floating over their own gilded pedestals. if you don't spend your whole life seeking the exit and slowly losing your grip on reality after learning something incomprehensible, it's not a real library imo