§-57213 (Plushie Mode) (@autumn)

Hmm. This isn’t exactly conveying how i feel. I’m not melancholy the way this kinda sounds.

I think another metaphor might be that i’m a set of gears that are phased partially out of this plane of existence. They function, they do their purpose today, and tomorrow they’ll probably be back fully in this reality.

But for today it’s impossible to see them in fullness, to touch and feel all the sides of the gearteeth at once, to fully reckon with them