Please Don't Stop Spinning, Or We Will All Die

I haven't posted in this blog for quite some time, but this is exactly why I opened it in the first place. I've been quite busy these past months, but I shouldn't give up on writing and publishing something every so often. On Monday I finally handed in a term paper on Atheism and Progressive Christianity in North America that was long overdue. You can read it here , if you're interested. In any case, I've been sick and sta (d)ying in my apartment this week, which has allowed me to revisit this game idea I've been playing with for over a year now. I started this project exactly twelve months ago when I started suffering from clinical depression. However, this only worsened during the long winter lock-down in Germany from October 2020 to May 2021, after which I spent some time at a psychiatric center, so I've only been able to get back to it now, after getting back into Unity for the past few months during my free time. Well, shit. I've been feeling much b...

The light below is brighter Under the sea it glows     buried in the sand. The moon is reaching out to get it. Jealously it ripples,     but the light does not give in. I yearn for it and keep it to myself,                                 its presence.   To float above its waters,        is all I could desire The light below is brighter.     PlsD'tStpSpnngOrWeWllAlDy · hauntingpianofile.wav Written for this song, which I composed back in 2016, when making the first music for this project. (If the track does not load, use this link instead.) main inspiration:  

purpose of this blog: I have been struggling with depression for over a year now, but perhaps much longer than that. It's been a really odd and tiring experience. But surely, even though my torso and legs are made of mud, and I am like a burning candle, no longer am I melting away. intent: Does it make sense to build a home if I lose myself in the process? This needs to change. I need to stop negating myself. I feel like something is missing within me, and there is still so much I don’t understand.  I will edit, and re-edit, this about page, until it is no more. about: This is the part I've written again and again, and I've never seemed to become satisfied with one definitive version. So this is the most recent one, as of March 2022. I became tired of life in 2016, mostly due to the first part of an existential crisis which subsided after a few months, but with which I would have to deal again years later. Although music and art have always been foundational in under...