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I'm me. Me has been bedridden for over a decade because spine/fatigue/something and as such primarily exists on the internet, via phone. Me mainly takes this as an excuse to continue the habits of youth through adulthood - namely, spending every waking moment consuming and sharing entertainment media on the internet. The primary differences are that me can no longer play DDR (the childhood obsession and initial gateway to internet communities of me) with the feet of me, and me've been steeping my me in relatively less-toxic/pridefully-edgy spaces that create fewer haunting memories or other brain stains.

The political climate for the past several years has made me want to crawl through a cartoon mouse hole into a glade where rabbit fur grows out of the ground and the trees are fresh pool toys that smell of chemicals one shouldn't breathe and the moon casts dark cyan around a central sunbeam, but me'm a cosmic handful of inches too tall to crawl in there so me has to try to sculpt approximations of such spaces from the other side of the wall in the form of music doodles and feel 'em up with the ears of me, but usually only doodles because me can't re-enter headspaces easily enough in order to stretch things over the broader wire frames designed for them. Awareness of the mountains of mostly-unrealized works piling up keeps me feeling depressed, and the various distractions and people me surrounds my me with don't do a good job of inspiring me to tackle the realization of anything within them. Me've never felt like any relationship me've had with a community has been symbiotic to an extent that feels like true belonging, yet me fantasizes that it would be nice to be a part of too many, and me spreads my me too thin among them. Me wrote past this point on cohost, where this intro was originally posted, but the rest is kinda obsolete, so it may as well just be snipped off for now.