Radiator Log - June, 2025

Woke again with the taste of graphite.

Not metaphor—actual. Bit into a mechanical pencil in my sleep (or in the dream I think I’m having about my childhood dentist).

Noticed the radiator has started stuttering—tiny rhythmic hiccups, always at the same point in the 17-minute piano loop I made called “Rot Pattern 3.”

Is the room learning to respond? Is the furniture absorbing emotional tone?

New rule: log every room’s mood before entering.

Today:

– Kitchen = “compensatory grin”

– Hallway = “panicked priest”

– Studio = still screaming, but beneath glass

Still can’t cry. Just feel like I’m leaking backwards