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Date: May 22nd, 2020.

Time of Writing: 10:28 PM.

Weather: Very nice out today apparently. I've been reminded several times now that it's very nice out. But I'm waiting until it cools down this weekend to spend any sort of time outside. I don't want to get sweaty under my fucking mask, that sounds like hell. And a mask tan? No.

Mental and Physical Health State: Overall feeling pretty good. Like, physically, and mentally, I'm doing well if you consider all the circumstances at hand right now in the world.

Day Overview: I woke up again around noon. Stayed up late again last night. Maybe I should stop pointing out these things, if it's just what happens to me every day. Apparently I woke up earlier and then fall back asleep but I don't remember that. I played some video games to start off the day and then got into writing mode, spending some time analyzing a lot of the work I've done over the past few years for common themes and symbols that have shown up, just without my doing, and now I'm going to think about what the implications of these are. Like why do my characters always die next to water? I guess they can't help it. A few albums deep in the listening tonight too. Maybe some more later.

On My Mind: So I'm sitting here in the plague times with a couple half empty boxes of pizza on the table and a four decade old world series game on the teevee scratching at the hair on my face and wondering just how the hell everything got to this point. If what I've heard about people throwing memorial day weekend parties is true, then we are almost certainly due for something of a second wave not just here in my home state but around the country. The empire crumbles and I was born just in time to watch. I got to know just enough of the world as it has been to understand the grotesque reality of the world as it is becoming. Thank god I'm not in seventh grade right now. That version of me would have a field day with I've always been wearing a mask, I'm glad everyone else knows what it's like too and The world has been a sick dying place for a long time and now it's just showing its rot on the outside. So unprofound. Surface level bullshit.

Works Consumed:

• Consummation by Katie von Schleicher: I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that the Von middle name thing indicates royalty somewhere, like in the dutch places or whatever, what that land is called, but I'm pretty sure it's a stage name so it's okay this isn't some bourgeoise shit though it sounds like it. Mid grade indie pop elevated a step above by an ear for really fine sonic details and synthwork that's barely noticeable but shows the meticulous trend of watchmaker's blood. But this isn't a watch it's an album, right, this is a collection of songs, and as that there isn't much celebrating this from the myriad collection of other indie pop dreamy guitar stuff like it, except for that guidance. Which doesn't save the songwriting from being trite in broader strokes. It only gives each song a little like, okay, maybe this can be alright this time. You can convince yourself it's a little better than it actually is if you try. But it's probably a 7/10, unless I'm lying to myself.
• NO DREAM by Jeff Rosenstock: This was probably recorded before the events lyrically inscribed would sound like, well, A DREAM, something unattainable except in liminal hypnagogia, this makes me feel like I'm sitting on the hardwood floor of my bedroom watching my younger brother playing Crazy Taxi on the Sony Playstation while the television in cathode ray tubes flicker-lights a shrill whine as I'm flipping between three different text message conversations at the same time. This is catharsis, this heals the mini seventh grade edgy me that's been showing his face lately, this rehabilitates his soul as it needs to. I can't imagine hearing a new album like this again. I don't think it'll ever happen. 8/10 because there's a couple bits towards the start I don't like.
• Everything by Kota The Friend: Basically everything I said about Communion and its ear for details is also present here, but scaled to the realm dynamics of hip hop. It sounds like the album Chance The Rapper wanted to make and thought he was making when he made The Big Day except here the familial lyrical focus is not the betrothal ceremony but the son, the offspring, sampled at least twice on the album, lyrically addressed in a way that's just a lot deeper than raw admiration, Chance's admiration, that can get grueling sometimes to go through, like being in high school and on your way to gym class every day you pass this couple that just happens to have discovered that if they meet up in this specific hallway at this specific time on their way to class they can exchange a quick kiss, and its your hallway, at your time, right before class, that's what The Big Day is like, the first time you see it you don't think about it too much but when it gets to be every day/song its like now wait a minute. Nothing better was devised? This is a review of an album that is not The Big Day oops. Everything does not have Everything going for it but it's still pretty good. The Joey Badass feature (I'm pretty sure money signs would fuck up the raw html this is written in) is really good. Overall a 7/10 I spent most of the review talking about other albums idk.

Works In Progress:

• Dark Souls Remastered developed by From Software: Four Kings.
• Hollow Knight developed by Team Cherry: Bee Knight.

Works Produced: A few hundred self indulgent words just self-to-self pinpointing what I want to consider the Themes of this triptych of work I'm producing.

Other Thoughts: Thank you for reading my blog. I'm pretty well rested, contrary to what you might believe right now. On eight hours rest, pretty consistently, over the past few days. It's just the timing of those eight hours that needs some surgery.