I was rocking out to “Last Cigarette” by Dramarama today, and that is the last thing I could remember as I started this entry. I wondered whether to do it but I remembered that the point is not to say anything, but rather to build up incrementally so I’ll have some alchemical memory of this process much deeper than any specific iteration. So today I watched episode 3 of Black Clover. It’s a bit repetitive with some of the dialogue and observations about the characters, but I’m hoping that will create a deeper experience down the line.

I ride the edge as I write these, my imaginary girlfriend always interrupts me with a deeper layer of energy. But I realize that now I do have an edge to ride, a private space that will not be shared, and then this emotional space, the “mid-level” of my feelings that has been destroyed over the years, the writing is not about Anime it’s about the oblique emotions, the sense of completeness that comes from full immersion in all the beautiful lines and colors, frequencies of thought, the endless expanse of beauty. The abstraction of drama into the realms of Victory and Splendour.

We are sharing in the space, sending messages to ourselves in the future in order to cherish these experiences.