I Think About This Every Waking Minute

creechurz

Current mood

For around six months now I've been living next to an actual real life archive, and it's unnervingly similar to TMA! Here's a few notable things from these past months:

-i watched a balding man in a very posh suit carry a massive antique briefcase out of the building and out it into his car at 4am

-at 12:30am i made direct eye contact with someone working at a computer on a floor I'd never seen anyone go before. (there's a section of car park and pavement between my building and the archive so this was pretty impressive! )

-The smoking area is always full at weirdly specific hours of day and night (presumably breaks), and completely empty the rest of the time. Clearly archiving really does encourage a smoking habit!

-one of the floors has really bright LED lights which were left on day and night for a week, then off for four days, and now are on with every single blind closed.

-for the first few months I only ever saw three people go in or out of the building- a generic looking security guard who yells at people that park in front of the entrance; and a dishevelled looking man, pursued by another man from the smoking area.

-from my window I can see directly into a room that's filled with mannequins! I couldn't tell what they were at first due to the sheer amount, but they range from cpr dummies to full body mannequins.

-despite being able to see many desks I've only consistently seen two people working at them.

-the fire alarm once went off for hours and nobody evacuated.

-recently at 3am I watched a security guard from the building come out to feed bagels to the fox in the car park (not really that relevant but I thought it was quite nice)

-two of the windows have humanlike figures in them at all times, but they're impossible to focus on so I have no idea what they are.

Convinced the Oh Hellos’ four Anemoi Cycle albums are best when listened to on loop in one continuous unshuffled cycle, spring-summer-fall-winter, birth to life to dusk to death, the old wheel turning, over and over again, on and on and on

Marcille's line delivery kills me

okay hear me out-

FOR MY SOUL HE MADE AN OFFER TO THE DUST AGAIN I FELL OH THAT DEVIL'S GOT A HOLD ON ME NOW 'CAUSE THERE WASN'T ANY WATER IN THE WISHING WELL

story of my life

(i hope this makes sense to someone)