thank you for the kind words :))
i'm glad that the subtext of the story bleeds through. the sadness is laced in subtlety and both tska and i wanted the story to be told this way. it's a pleasure that you can have such an amazing takeaway from it c':
aah!!!! both tska and i were floored by your comment. it really is a beautiful description of what we were trying to talk about. being consumed by grief. being consumed by love. it is part of life and part of loving. and as you change, sometimes you see your own love changing too. it's a scary thought
there are conversations that you can have with strangers that you can't have with friends around you. and i think that this is what i felt after understanding the context of summersound and the article by cravens ties into it. it's really grueling knowing that this is how it Is for queer people (i.e. so much is unsaid inbetween lines with those that know us, but so much is said to those that Know us), and to read such a sincere piece of poetry. aah man. [waves hands] thank you!!!!
really interesting how different the plaintext ver reads. affects pacing so much more. feels like i'm going to die from the heat of southeast asia
thank you so much for playing ^^
i've already said a lot of what i wanted to say on fluxer already so i'll keep it extra brief here, but, i'm really glad that we were able to write nita and galia in a way that's relatable. and the thing about love is that it's really difficult to love someone correctly and over time you'll just watch it be crushed by either yourself or someone else. and it takes so much to try and maintain it. because if your love is maintainable, was it truly perfect in the first place?
even mushrooms wilt. and love may, and it does, too. but it is never too late to tend to it
i've been chewing on this comment a bunch and thinking about it. because it definitely is a really interesting approach from what we started from (i.e. galia being the main perpetrator for why nita Is the way she is, and how galia worsened her fears and anxieties). and even so, love is about knowing how to accept someone despite their flaws. and that gets suffocating in of itself when you do not realise you want to communicate that struggle but don't have it in you to do so. it's really terrifying to think about and i'm glad you mentioned this even if it wasn't our explicit focus ^^
so it's about baseball. and you realise it's not about baseball anymore. and you realise it's everything to do inbetween and also baseball and more. and you realise that things are going to shit because of baseball. but it was never about baseball? but you think it was / and you think it is / and it gets worse.
what a fucking masterclass in storytelling. if i had a fucking dime for every time i was floored by your writing wrt the indomitable american/canadian dream i'd have two dimes. which is crazy. the environment in which this takes place in is sublime and there's always such a heavy, heavy weight to your writing that compels me in ways few other works can compare up to. and again, the way baseball is used to illustrate ys and yamos and everything else. it's so insane. it's so genius. nobody does it like you and pilot and i will keep looking forward to more of the stuff you make. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!
short, but so, so haunting
southeast asian tgirl here. there's definitely a huge racism issue in online queer spaces that are left unreckoned with by white tgirls specifically because there is a subconscious premise that due to their own oppression, they are unable to inflict that same oppression onto other people, yet this is very much not the case. it's so fucking jarring whenever i see people say "i'm in a chinese time of my life right now" unironically because it goes to show just how Dense people can be especially while thinking that the culture and lived experiences of a marginalised demographic (like themselves!) are simply traits or quirks they can co-opt. which is insane, especially with regards to just how alienated and idealised asian culture has been made in recent times. what a fucking gut punch. today i will celebrate by not drying my hair, and getting a cold, like usual
it's the first time ever in my life that i have hair this long! time to get sick to a no longer false premise!
this is genuinely haunting
the setting hits really close to home as well. in a time where everything is trying to burn you alive and consume you, the worst thing is having the comforting warmth of someone you trust end up becoming worse than the blazing sun
or colder than the darkest winters. it's terrible
thank you for this !
beautiful beautiful visual aesthetic and really trippy writing are the first two things that come to mind. everyone in the story feels strained and terrible in ways that i never thought were possible. minus the nematodes (they keep dying) and the slug empress (thank you for the hug) but genuinely even with a hard to follow story i think that it just feels like having a punch to the gut over and over visualised and verbalised through such a raw presentation. enjoyed it a lot, even though there were some parts in the writing that i couldn't understand as well, and the text would blend into the background at times
thank you