Note to self:
Think more than twice about Heathcliff's next careless approach (or responses to his questions). Because every time I let my emotions get the better of me, it backfires.
But he doesn't have a similar problem with Manager Dante (although I can see why, his situation is stalemate)

ZINE is finally out, I can post merch I made
( #limbus_company #project_moon #gregor_samsa #gregor_lcb )

K, I lied. Here they are - Joseph K. aka (Jos) - Kafka's "The Trial"
Callsign: נֶאְשָׁם (Defendant)
Main sins - Envy\Gluttony

You can reed more abot them here: www.tumblr.com/puchinaa/799...

( #limbus_company #project_moon #limbus_oc )

I'm announcing the results of my research so I can archive them here. The assessments may be biased, but the descriptions are beyond question.

Note: Not all participants were able to obtain data, which also impacted the results. This should be kept in mind when applying to future research.

My current state, both physical and mental, can be described as thirst (?). In layman's terms, I saw random passersby hugging on the street as we were returning to the bus.

Or is it envy? I should ask Heathcliff (I want hugs, but not from him for sure).

Had a coffee break while we are in decent place and conditions.

(For the record: That was Caramel Apple Latte. Sweet enough without sugar, with aftertaste of cinnamon. But too weak apple taste.

Sub. note: The latte contains too little caffeine, but oh well.)

Now that I'm far from Ncorp, I've discovered a love for visual art and simply colorful pictures, whether I've made them myself or simply collaged them together. Perhaps this was my Accusation? (I know it's not)

Rodion planted a dangerous seed of knowledge into my head, one that makes my palms sweat and my hands shake — the concept of "Mirrors" (or rather, it made me think of other versions of "myself" (and, for some reason, Mr. Samsa))

Note to self: the fundamental difference between a latte and a cappuccino isn't even in the dose of caffeine, the ratio of milk\cream, or the preparation technique, but in the perception of this drink by others, even if it's stereotypical.

For some reason, this might tell them something about you.

The day was meaningless in any sense of that word, and forgetful at the same time. For some unknown to me reason that makes me feel....Uneasy.

I prefer people to look at my past, present, or future and experience some kind of emotion. For some reason, this adds nuance or unnecessary sympathy.

I watch these events through glass, like an outsider, aware only of their existence. Others should do the same.

My arrival was unavoidably delayed due to circumstances beyond one's control. A formal note of explanation has been filed with the relevant departmental authorities.

(I left a sticky note on Dante's door)

Re: My ongoing situation.
1. The atmosphere in my room (attic, I suppose(?)) now, as ever, oppressive.
a) Literally: dust.
b) Figuratively: my the unblinking gaze into the sealing (I took off my glasses but still can't sleep).
2. My brain keep rethinking...everything. It's unhelpful.

Mr. Samsa said I have a funny voice then I'm drunk. Huh....Can alcohol make your heart beat so hard and fast?

How can I put my thoughts if I know that they are reading it?!

(Ps don't tell others please)
((Ps.s. did they know I have it?! I hopes not...))

Noticed that even with autocorrection I still make mistakes. How funny it is to have dyslexia and being a clerk at tye same time, huh...

Ughhh, Samsa and Rodya brought me into a bar...I think I got too much...

Is that normal that....I'm jealous? I mean...

Nm, I know that Manager can see.

I am sober and definitely not in strange mood. Put that in protocol please.

I'm not really sure what to write here, but the Manager said it would be helpful for me to jot down my thoughts somewhere.

We'll see what happens...