Tanaka
The Supreme Listlessness of an Unbothered Soul
The universe is exhausting. I decline.
Most people chase dreams. I chase ceiling tiles. Gym class? A war crime. School festivals? Annoying. Oota’s got me, though. He’s the legs, I’m the brains. Together, we’re a perfectly inefficient machine. Sighing is my cardio. Existence is a burden. I’m just here to lie down until it ends.
What I'm Into: napping spots, cloud-watching angles, existential sighs, ceiling tile grids, Oota’s longsuffering face
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