ASTRAL PLANE
Jul. 16th, 2021 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgue_n I write to you from my friend Torey's apartment. Last couple months in Shanghai. The melancholy I feel is overwhelming sometimes.
Torey's got a real apartment in town, and she's letting me crash at the school provided one. The view from her window is the same as my old one, just 3 stories down. Needless to say, my lifestyle hasn't changed much.
I spend my days this summer waking up early, reading, writing, seeing people, hanging out. I feel these urges to go out, meet new people, spend money. But then again, I know that here in a couple months, I'll be starting from scratch. It's probably best if I didn't go somewhere every fucking day.
My reading digest has been weird. THE ASTRAL PLANE: IT'S SCENERY, INHABITANTS, AND PHENOMENA was an occult text from the late 1800s I was working through there for awhile. It's a theosophical work about what you see/do when you engage in astral projection. I was using it for research for this novel i've been working on, but I think it's going to be most useful for DnD reasons.
I'm also reading DON'T SLEEP, THERE ARE SNAKES, which is about this Amazonian tribe and their weird culture. Love it. They kind of break all the rules of anthropology and linguistics. It's written by a Christian missionary who gave up his faith, so that's kind of the B plot. I'm trying to finish it before I leave this country so I don't have to take it with me.
I've been bingeing Netflix shows when I'm not going out and doing stuff. Mostly all the good cult/murder/heist stuff. You know, the yoozh.
Every day I water Torey's house plants and work through my shit, giving or throwing my stuff away. I'm trying to whittle down my worldly possessions but it's slow going. I'm working through clothes, mostly-- what has holes in it, what do I not want anymore, what have I always hated? I still have a suitcase full of stuff my most beloved ex gave me. Love notes and drawings she left me. She ghosted me (and everyone else she knew) 5 years ago and I have a hard time letting go. That shit fucks with your sense of reality. She has no internet presence. None. I really can't describe how empty she continues to make me feel.
Outside of that, the funk band's doing great. We have a pretty large following, and the shows we've been playing have been HUGE. I really can't believe how successful we are. I'd add a pic of me in my Funk Wizard attire but I have no idea how to do that.
Torey's got a real apartment in town, and she's letting me crash at the school provided one. The view from her window is the same as my old one, just 3 stories down. Needless to say, my lifestyle hasn't changed much.
I spend my days this summer waking up early, reading, writing, seeing people, hanging out. I feel these urges to go out, meet new people, spend money. But then again, I know that here in a couple months, I'll be starting from scratch. It's probably best if I didn't go somewhere every fucking day.
My reading digest has been weird. THE ASTRAL PLANE: IT'S SCENERY, INHABITANTS, AND PHENOMENA was an occult text from the late 1800s I was working through there for awhile. It's a theosophical work about what you see/do when you engage in astral projection. I was using it for research for this novel i've been working on, but I think it's going to be most useful for DnD reasons.
I'm also reading DON'T SLEEP, THERE ARE SNAKES, which is about this Amazonian tribe and their weird culture. Love it. They kind of break all the rules of anthropology and linguistics. It's written by a Christian missionary who gave up his faith, so that's kind of the B plot. I'm trying to finish it before I leave this country so I don't have to take it with me.
I've been bingeing Netflix shows when I'm not going out and doing stuff. Mostly all the good cult/murder/heist stuff. You know, the yoozh.
Every day I water Torey's house plants and work through my shit, giving or throwing my stuff away. I'm trying to whittle down my worldly possessions but it's slow going. I'm working through clothes, mostly-- what has holes in it, what do I not want anymore, what have I always hated? I still have a suitcase full of stuff my most beloved ex gave me. Love notes and drawings she left me. She ghosted me (and everyone else she knew) 5 years ago and I have a hard time letting go. That shit fucks with your sense of reality. She has no internet presence. None. I really can't describe how empty she continues to make me feel.
Outside of that, the funk band's doing great. We have a pretty large following, and the shows we've been playing have been HUGE. I really can't believe how successful we are. I'd add a pic of me in my Funk Wizard attire but I have no idea how to do that.
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