The Places That Are, Separate Yet Connected.

The places that are, separate yet connected.

Like string that knows it's a web.

Our Atlas says I shouldn't need to make poetry to speak, that I'm typing like this to hide the embarrassment of Sharing My Thoughts Unasked.

But our Atlas is not of Wonderland, and just because he's invited me into his home- that is giving me an awful headache by-the-way- does not mean he Knows Me.

He has a lovely home though. There's ghosts of memories in the walls. It belonged to someone we knew as a child, a flat above a bar they owned. It was real then. Physical. Moira owns it now; not physical, inner world, introjected from a time we no longer remember. She has for the last 13 years.

But it's not meant for me.

I can feel the inner world trying to kick me out, even though they've invited me to stay.

How curious, is the mind, in mechanisms of defense.

What are you hiding?

thank you to everyone who's brought from the shop so far!

We'll be sending out the first round of orders on monday/tuesday. ♥ hopefully we'll be posting some better individual images around then too. honestly the deadline situation had us very unprepared and now we're busy all weekend let us rest

The autism train sticker looks like a Thomas character… is it? 👁👁

It might be heavily inspired by Thomas, yes. 👀

It was meant to be paired with a Fat Controller 'See It, Say It, Sorted' sticker (Brits will get the reference), but sadly we didn't have the time.

last post for tonight I promise-

Delta & Omega style variations.

Do expect, as we use Tumblr more, to see the odd system ramble and roam. The call of the static, embracing the void, a flow of thought that calls like home.

The true unmasked. But only for some of us.

We are fine. Maybe. Perhaps.

But I am happy. Maybe. Perhaps.

What is happy?

And the Bioshock thank you note doodles going out with the Little Dads on Thursday.~

a rare glasses Sinclair has appeared