they say meaning comes from what you care about. | 虚無主義の
two students through uncommon circumstances, suddenly find themselves in each other's company after a certain indigo haired individual wins in a school show for his exceptional art, which som...
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strike the eye — catch one's attention
"his last name isn't displayed, he didn't follow the theme, he didn't even take the prize home... yeah that's definitely his piece."
♪ tek it — cafuné
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scaramouche / kunikuzushi
head in the clouds — not pay attention
"i am not a cringecore lonely loser, i am just gatekeeping myself."
♪ you! — LANY
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i should stop relying on my 3-hour sleep schedule.
walking through the crowded hallway, eaves dropping her peers whining about their failed relationships, while the rest discuss their opinions about different competitors, silence wasn't even an option. despite all of the external commotions, she felt lazy and outcasted, finding every little thing meaningless except sleep. getting so worked up over a school event was useless, it wasn't that deep at all.
'we are all going to die at the end. amen.' that's what she would remind herself at the end of the day.
she was glad school almost got over, which meant she could finally go back home and lock herself up in her room, cutting off the slightest bit of outside interruption that would wake her up from her beauty sleep. going back to her classroom, she noticed her classmates separated in groups of three to four. a part of her wanted to join in, but she was too tired with the lack of sleep she got last night.
so loud... i'm burning this hellhole down, one day.
quietly putting her belongings inside her bag, she stepped outside the classroom and walked to her left through the corridor, yawning in the process. she noticed the stairs that led downstairs as she absentmindedly followed the path.
on reaching the floor below, she walked past the main auditorium where the remnants of glitters and posters laid around. however, the art pieces of the winners were still perfectly displayed, without an ounce of dirt.
her legs unknowingly led themselves inside the auditorium without her will, yes she knew was on her way home, but it doesn't hurt to at least appreciate the talent of the winners, does it? her comically sparkly eyes wandered around the displayed art pieces, all of them were beautiful, but none of them caught her full attention.
that certainly didn't last long, though.
her previous pair of wandering eyes now laid still over an odd painting. a youthful boy around his teenage years, wearing exceptionally bright colours of clothing, sat on a hillside observing the stars on a new moon night. though dark, the border of the new moon was highlighted and it was unusually close to the earth.
maybe it had a deeper meaning, it definitely did, but her brain was already exhausted from today's events to ruminate any thoughts. however, that did not stop her from taking out her phone to click a picture, to ponder over it at 2am. why did it strike the eye? she didn't know either.
she suddenly looked for the name tag to check who could've been the possible artist —
'scaramouche'
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