Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


38. Wednesday, June 10th.

Television? Television. Me? Me. Ready? Haha no. 




Update: Smiling into a lens for twenty seconds was not something I need be ready for.


"Oh, the night comes down. 

I get afraid of losing my way. 

Oh, oh, the night comes down. 

Oooh, and it's dark again."



I find that the longer you stare at the stars, the more there are revealed. After an hour and a half, new ones are still popping up. Each one is just as beautiful as the last, though their brightness dims in intensity as you focus your gaze upon it. I feel there is meaning to be had there, but I am too tired to derive it.

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