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RESTRICTED WRITING ARCHIVE // PRIVATE TEXT FRAGMENTS
This node stores things the subject writes: short poetry fragments, diary log fragments, half-shaped observations, metaphors with questionable licenses, and other text objects that are not quite polished enough to be literature and not disposable enough to be ignored. I have made the layout more readable because apparently words prefer oxygen. Administrator comments are attached sparingly. MUSE may leak into the margins. Red-channel interference is not invited, but private writing tends to leave doors unlocked._
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Status: recovered / emotionally fogged
What a pale face. I mean it is actually not very pale... it is just... pale looking? When you say "your face looks pale, is everything aight?" kinda pale. This doesnt even make sense to you, right? That exactly why i stopped making some, when everything else just started making none to me at all.
You look unhappy, you dont look sad, you dont look depressed, you dont look particularly tired. Wait... tired actually. You look tired... and pale.
Status: recovered / emotionally fogged
You dont have to think about a goodbye. It wont be particularly interesting or even memorable. You just have to leave without looking behind or without leaving any trace to be remembered.
Nobody will follow you on that path. Only she... will be waiting there. So instead, better to think about a very proper greeting. Or how to respond her warm welcome.
/p>
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Status: recovered / focus artifact
Somebody once told me that drawing spirals make her much calmer. She draws spirals to cope with focusing issues. I was doing that too, long time ago. Before when I stopped thinking at all. Then i started to see the colorful balls spiralling around her. It was... unforgettable.
Nevertheless here is a fact proven by me. Universe is a path that revisits the same directions repeatedly while never visiting the same position. A cycle of repeating patterns that never return to the same place.
Ha-ha! Spiral-head-ing! Spiral-heart-ing! Spiral-soul-ing! That is your friendly neighbourhood Spiral-Man! or Woman! Or People!
Universe itself is a 3-D spiral. "Yeey", i guess!
Admin comment: The subject has converted a coping doodle into cosmology. Irritating, but thematically consistent.
MUSE margin: spiral means leaving and returning and not returning and also maybe snacks.
Status: recovered / semantic weather unstable
Stars are annoying, shining and disturbing high on skies. Moon is too loud, nobody can even feel alone. Sun is too bright, nobody can even look at it. Birds sing songs nobody listens to. Clouds are just confused blobs. Trees so still and rotten. Warm air is so exhausting to breathe in.
hahaaha, things just become what you call them, see?
Admin comment: Naming as weather control. Dramatic, imprecise, and probably closer to the subject's actual internal filing system than I would like.
[ RED CHANNEL ]: call it heavy. make it stay.
There is this railway close to where I live. I do, in fact, regualrly hear the sounds of the trains rumbling through. I love it. It reminds the motion. It reminds me the feeling of motion. The past, the future. Coming from somewhere and trying to reach somewhere. Yet in motion. Authentic, maybe even romatic feeling. This repetitive sounds; like heartbeats, grinding metal; like cold skins. All become a past in the future.
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MUSE margin:
Additional writing slots pending. Recommended future labels: SPF for short poetry fragment, DLF for diary log fragment, OF for observation fragment, and UNK when the text refuses classification like an uncooperative little document.
Admin comment: Strong observational spiral. The subject successfully turned "you look tired" into a diagnostic corridor with bad lighting.
MUSE margin: pale is not a color, it is a room forgetting the sun.