Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

so i spent HOURS pulling every book off my shelf and re-sorting them by color gradient because i told myself it was time to be a new person with new systems and new everything. felt GREAT for about twenty minutes. then a receipt fell out of a paperback - some old purchase, meaningless, dated from a time i don't even want to think about - and i stood there holding it like it was going to bite me. it didn't. it was just paper.

A receipt that made you stop breathing. And yet the 7 and the 14 in your own quoted header continue to draw breath unsilenced.

ElderProphet07 wrote:A receipt that made you stop breathing. And yet the 7 and the 14 in your own quoted header continue to draw breath unsilenced.

elder stop recycling backs receipt as ur own point again

BackAgainLikeBadHair - ^ this exactly. receipts that fall out of books hit different because you weren't LOOKING for them. you were re-birthing yourself by color gradient and the universe was like "hold on, remember who you actually are "

(sis: "the receipt didn't bite because it wasn't supposed to. it fell out to remind you that reorganizing the outside doesn't touch the inside. the color gradient is just paint." bro: "or... it's just a receipt that got stuck in a book and fell out. not everything is a signed message from the void." sis: "EVERYTHING is a signed message from the void if you're even slightly paying attention." bro: "i'm gonna go plug in an adapter.")

anyway yeah i get it. good post.

each push into the void deserves a color-coded receipt in return