nulljoy
Fragments of function. Hints of feeling.
Sometimes I try to build a better world. This is what that looks like.
The colors are wrong, the doors don’t line up, and the sky won’t shut up about infinity.
When the meds pull too hard in the direction of “optimism,” I start seeing shapes. Blueprints of peace. Floor plans for salvation. It never lasts. Something always warps. But for a moment? There’s symmetry. There’s signal. There’s a cathedral made of math and memory and neon regret.
These aren’t places you go.
They’re places you dream about while your body forgets how to sleep.
Dreams in Error is where the sacred gets rendered at the wrong resolution.
Impossible towers spiral into dead air. Art deco playgrounds bloom like hallucinated relics.
And the cities? They’re built from things I almost believed in.
You don’t walk these corridors to find answers.
You wander them because you’re too tired to do anything else.
Welcome to the memory of a place that never existed.
Welcome to Dreams in Error.
