on my way to fit

medicine by strfkr played while zahra and i were peaking on acid just sitting on the floor and it was like probably the best ive ever felt in my entire life… hearing alan watts’ voice the way it fits into the song was like pure bliss……

tremendousfartingcowboy  asked:

I have two questions. Well one question and a thought. You have a very specific colour palette. What does it mean to you? Also are the pixel portraits related to the game at all? They could be, even if they're just hidden in there.

The palette is mostly what I’ve initially converged into experimentally and for a while used it without being sure what the game was exactly yet. Over time it grew on me. And even with the (much later) added alternative options, I still prefer the original over them and now am convinced it fits the theme best.

The portraits are my way of fleshing out the the currently highly abstract story/background/lore of the game. Each one of them is of the existing characters within the game, same applies to the associated text. I’d expect them to appear somewhere in the game, somewhere outside of the gameplay.

Appreciate the questions, they always get me thinking more about the game in more depth, thanks.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.