PARANEMISIA

sun's been bleeding, crying, dripping - has for days, months, years now, makes the air feel fetidly sweet in the same way a high fever does. it is hard to make sense of much of anything, here. the sky is dropping down, the world is shrinking. come, lean on my shoulder.
two goths, characterized by a deep sense of loneliness, orbit risk of consumption.

WORLD: a dreamscape. incoherent, inherently disorienting. arguably doomed. something is wrong with the sky and the ground is bathed with strange, false snow and hit with heatwaves barely days apart.
set in an alternate world. time is strange. tube tvs and phonebooths are thriving.

surreal horror about isolation, incoherency and healing
heavily under development

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