Anywhere I lay a box, Cthulhu makes her depths. - There is something glorious about the weekends. Free from demands, stress, and structure I am free to be. Play video games, read, or watch something scary. There is a piece of freedom in isolation and a mask that covers what crawls beneath. There is a yearning in me that oscillates between compulsion for connection and demand for isolation. In either reality, I dream for the opposite. So I percolate between realms and find no home. Wandering and drifting. Depression is like a ghost ship. The inhabitants seek to escape. But a ship is designed to sail. - Cthulhu pays no mind to silly my troubles. Silly human emotions.