Mewo from Omori

rin

the heavens are filled with rarefied, luminous spaghetti.

a bag of trinkets. none of them perfect, and few of them done. i appreciate that you took the time to look.

people create because they wish to be understood.

there's no point in making "perfect" projects that are polished and clean and "ready" to be seen.

i will make things that are ugly and unfinished and imperfect.

because that's what we are.

Roman Soldiers but as cats