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Why is animation, and especially Japanese animation, so damn incredible ? Well, for tons of reasons, honestly. The colors, the design, but most of all, the frames and the angles. Like, you literally have the right to do whatever you want. The cameraman doesn’t exist anymore, or at least he’s not bound by physics. He’s free. He can throw in a wide angle where nothing should be possible, and he’s the one who controls the speed, the slowness, the vibe.

And in those angles, there’s almost a kind of psychological anaphora of what’s going on. You just get the mood, the mindset, the emotion, without a single word. It’s kind of like the vision you have when you’re under the covers, naked, lying so close to someone that a single wide-angle view of the curve of a hip or a beauty mark literally becomes a part of your life in that exact moment.

And when the soundtrack kicks in, boom, that moment’s burned into you like a hot iron. A memory you didn’t even plan on having, but that stays forever.

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How do you manage to set off so many chemical reactions in my brain ?

Your presence hits like a dopamine rush, instant excitement, like a winning trade I didn’t even see coming.

Your words wrap around me, and there go the endorphins, like a deep breath after a long day, settling everything inside.

One look from you, and oxytocin kicks in, pulling me closer, like gravity but worse because I don’t want to fight it.

And then there’s serotonin, the quiet kind, the one that lingers, making everything feel just right, like I’ve landed exactly where I’m supposed to be.

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What’s the price of a day you’ve lived?

In Usogui’s Labyrinth arc, you can sell a memory—a whole day—like a stock on the market. A perfect alibi for a crime. Proof that the rich don’t just own the future, they own the past too.

Baku wins not by playing the game, but by seeing through it. The notebook, the eraser, small tricks that rewrite reality.

I wondering, would you erase a day ? Trade regret for profit ? Careful. If you’re asking, you’re already lost in the maze.

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Paul Celan, from a poem titled "Afternoon with Circus and Citadel," featured in Selected Poems & Prose

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That’s the magic of Tunic, it doesn’t just tell a story, it revives a feeling. That first time you wandered a world too big for you, where every discovery felt like a secret meant just for you. It strips away modern hand-holding, leaving only instinct, curiosity, and the quiet thrill of not knowing what comes next.

Wonder isn’t lost with time but it’s buried under certainty. Dig deep enough, and you’ll find it waiting.

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Some are designed to see further

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I swear I was there last night in my dream

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I love how our words find each other in different shapes, whispered in the air, traced on a screen, caught between time zones and signals. Each shift feels like a deliberate move in a dance we’re both learning as we go, as if somewhere between the lines, a message waits, unfolding only when we’re both ready to read it. Or maybe it’s not a message at all, just the quiet proof that no matter where, no matter how, we keep reaching.

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Face à moi, une énigme en clair-obscur, mouvante, insaisissable. La contradiction comme un fil d’équilibre, oscillant entre retenue et audace, effacement et intensité. Une présence qui ne cherche pas à se définir, mais qui se déploie dans le non-dit, dans les silences pleins et les regards fuyants qui en disent trop.

Une trajectoire qui n’appartient qu’à elle, tissée de brèches et de fulgurances. Recherche de thèses un jour, dérive néo-romantique le lendemain, glissement imperceptible d’une soie suspendue au vent avant qu’elle ne se love dans l’apesanteur d’un accord shoegaze, écho étouffé d’une nuit passée à s’égarer sous des basses techno.

Elle danse sur les lignes de fuite, portée par une force sourde que seul l’instant guide. Et dans ce flottement incertain, c’est elle qui t’a tendu la main.

#poupéedepoussière #maintenant #ici ou là-bas

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Caracole dit vrai : tout est là, suspendu dans le champ des possibles, attendant que l’élan le cueille. Mon vif s’éveille, s’entrelace à d’autres, danse dans une spirale mouvante, absorbant l’impulsion du monde. Il se dilate, se contracte, accélère – un mouvement qui n’est pas que le mien, mais celui du vaste courant.

Et parfois, je perçois l’écho d’un autre souffle, d’un pas pris ailleurs. Pas un regret, pas une absence, juste la certitude silencieuse qu’ailleurs, une autre main a frôlé une autre porte, qu’un autre moi s’est levé sous une lumière différente. Ni ombre ni reflet, simplement un autre sillage dans l’infini des possibles.

#levif #moi #maintenant

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How’s it supposed to work ? Should I move from my note to here ? I feel I should, I have something to say, it’s here, on the tip of one’s tongue. I feel I’m on a daysomnia, I would like to wake up there, 11th floor high, south west orientated, jazzy original soundtrack played on the background.

#welcometome #beaga #foryourinsomnia