I made another little Twine poem. This one’s particularly small and unintelligible because I’ve been so tired due to events spanning the last couple of days that I couldn’t physically produce anything longer or more coherent. So, instead, I have a couple of incomplete attempts at work to finish for the upcoming month, and for now, I made a glitchy and probably very annoying little meditation on what it feels like to force yourself to work when you’re running on fumes. But damn is it hard to say no to that money cushion.
I guess this little exercise was more for me than for you, the reader-player-person(?). Anyway, hopefully you enjoy it. If not, I… I understand.