#being in one tiresome block of text is for ludonarrative assonance btw

[observancesys]

man, being an anartist fucking sucks. okay, so a couple of weeks ago i was working on my current project, and i decide - like a moron to make 2+2=5 for some of reality for part of the project. nothing that could leak out into consensus reality, just a nice little bubble to work with, gets the viewers' attention, that sort of thing. and it all worked nice and good then. fast forwards, it's a couple of weeks later, i fell off the project after a depressive break, coming back because i'll feel like shit if i don't finish it, right? so i'm adding more to the project, going on with the current plans, but the problem is that 2+2 still equals 5, and i was planning to change it so that pi equals π for this segment. and like, i can't do that right now, because 2+2 still equals 5 and so it throws all of the work off. and i can't for the life of me figure out how i managed to make 2+2 equal 5 and how to revert it. like, i threw that together at 2:14am in a fit of creativity, i don't fucking know how night me's brain works. it might've been a different me, identity is fluid and all that - maybe they could fix it, but i can't. it sucks. like, if i was just an audience member this'd be fine. when you see a really fucking cool act of flexibility or a magic trick or whatever and you're in the audience you can just be like "hot damn okay", but when you're having to de- and re-construct it yourself in the backroom and the original author's a dead recording you just kinda have to grope around in the dark for it, you know? and sometimes the stress all gets to you from trying to reverse-engineer it and you have to go and let off some steam. so all this is to say, sorry about your neighbour's shed