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some of this is true

i have begun drawing again.

i have been drawing for as long as i can remember. it has lived in my hands for a very long time now. it is old, and out of practice, and undeveloped, but it is mine. another voice, hoarse and unsure. i feel how it once felt. something to do with my hands in class, when i could no longer make them laugh. when they said to be quiet and i was young and bursting at the seams. it is hard to be young.

i remember the journey of a doodle. familiar shapes become unfamiliar. slowly over time, but quickly too, in ways that are hard to describe. like sliding, but in your brain, and with a pencil. tactility and movement.

the sliding became practiced, and i could call on basic forms.

humanity has a knack for seeing faces, and that is wonderful. i approximate them, their curves marked by the aching in my hand, and my tired fingers. those are my marks. i was here, in a small way, and this can travel through time.

i got older, and my hands grew still and i stopped making things because i had things to do. something, anything, don't stand still or you'll have to face down the longest stretch of road. the thing you'll do now. there is certainty in planning, there is anxiety too. foresight is a beautiful curse.

i have begun drawing again.

i am no better than i was, but also not worse. i am in shambles, but i am getting better. i am trying and failing, but i am doing. and it is in the doing that i am feeling joy.

i think i made light.

i'm gonna go watch halloween havoc 1997*

happy halloween

*one of my favorites, maybe one of the best of all time. then over the garden wall, this might be my new haloween ritual.

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i started my dungeon for the dungeon jam

starting over, but not from scratch heres what i have so far, see what you can make of it, find the png here https://drive.google.com/file/d/1lkEckeoP4gvIQ6YAn8TeX9fwk3MRy1zR/view?usp=sharing the dungeon jam is here https://itch.io/jam/puzzle-dungeon-jam oh no, my layers are poorly organized and i already spotted a problem. . . and so it goes, forever. . . if you end up making something, and you're feeling generous, i'd like to see it. heres after another expedition *Mv#. . . the key is coming together and the image is clearer, that is enough for tonight i have made great strides today just finished running the dungeon for my group, it still needs work, but it is pruning not growth. ... i completed the dungeon, and i have decided to start again. the dungeon i made was big and weird and not much of a puzzle, more of a weird place to explore. there is a lot i like about it, and there is more i'd like to add, the adventure, i think, is bigger than four page and i'd like ...

!a second ||puzzle dungeon|| pass a!

it is finished player map: you can find my first dungeon here i went too big like i always do, but it came with the granite blocks i am currently chiseling. never a waste of time. i hope your winter approaches you gently, and never lose sight of spring my new dungeons got ice i will paint my new dungeon, then add what the map dossen't offer, 3 floors in mind, 2 for the jam . . . and the dungeon scabs the histories but time was colder still spreading ice like butter, melt into its memory the songs of the paste are at your fingers, but productivity creates friction the ice is always melting, it heralds grave reality. the sand is worth its weight in platinum. and so it grows, and i have arrived again at a familiar mountain the player map done on 11/18/25 . . . . probably. . .

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