.I'm so tired.
.I don't have anything to distract me to today. Not a single motivation to invent something, an art block.
.The music box and the library is still there. He's reading something away from the sunlight.
.It's not spinning.
.How do I tell him this hatred?
.Fuck, no. I shouldn't bring that up first. Just slow and careful...
.HEY, XEVEN!! feeling bored? youre not reading under the sunlight, youre gonna have headaches from that