i think i can see the absence of feeling now, and somehow seeing it doesn’t make me want to correct it. some things just don’t reach me the way they used to. i noticed that, then noticed how little i wanted to fix it. nothing critical. nothing to critique, really. 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳, 3435 × 2444 px, 2026