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people who call text adventure games 'video games' probably also call their favourite novel a photo album
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I just found this one HUNDRED questions webmaster questionnaire! I'll just pick a few I feel like answering right now, thanks.
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I saw on James' Blog and I thought I should try it out. Funnily enough I got Proust's "In Search of Lost Time" as audiobook CDs for my birthday, because I thought it was funny that there was actually an audiobook. It's 7 days long, btw. The best way to introduce this post might be to reflect on my post from January, where I begrudingly declared some new years resolutions, and see how good I was at keeping them: Reply to by Tiffany Also posted to Indienews, maybe more people will draw maps before the end of November. I saw Sara submit something for this! I think it's a cool prompt and since I'm done with my huge project (for now) I can finally draw stuff for fun again without feeling bad and thinking "I should be creating something else". So I also made it kinda silly.
Proust's questionnaire
2025 in review
Map of the internet

i woke from dream, cried, short of breath: what nightmare in my own desire - a world without the pain of death where no man fears he will expire. The earth was dry as blocks of sand, a lifeless heap we couldn't know and not one leaf would grace this land without the kiss of nature's flow; Where death did not exist in theory life as we know it was not found and every body that stood near me seemed to be yearning for the ground; Where none had ever died before no worm could feast on sustenance, no seeds could spring out of the floor, no thing could start, where no thing ends. The earth was such a dreary place - no laughter came from people's lips walking forever through the maze and dreaming of apocalypse. Despite it all they cherished living and I suppose we'd never see the ailments that can be forgiven; no matter what, man wants to be. They couldn't know for what they're yearning and hungry in the inner eye are things of which they're never learning: What privilege it is to die.