Queer as in here to stay, not pray me away. Writer, philosopher, Columbo is awesome, play video games with me, thinker, navel-gazer, folk magic practitioner, and way too much more.
Tonight will stream and play a little Starfield since a friend can let me borrow it. Tonight, not sure what we'll stream, but... if you want to follow me in advance, you can see it here. twitch.tv/shay_the_skunk.
Will post more of what I'm up to when it is the time to go live.
I woke from the Wood this morning, lying among the cool and damp of moss colored too green and trees bleached by a light that pervades. I didn't walk or tarry, but was just there staring into the sky. My conscious thoughts invaded the dreamspace and was worried about being there, so we left, and that's why I woke.
This Book of Hours game is rotting my mind y'all. I haven't had a vivid dream like that in a long minute, but it's kind of nice to think that maybe... just maybe... I glimpsed something close to a thing that was made up here. Imagined completely as a dream state could and would.
Is there power in those dreams? Am I mad or just imaginative and focused? I think it's probably that I've been steeped in the lore of that game for a while and why wouldn't my brain consider it as I slept?