i figured out what the crystal skull does.
so i'm busy all the time. there is this hive of spiders in my chest & when my arms & legs arn't moving, they motivate my soul. they wriggle & then they weave. i'm a stitched together shadow but i can see the shape. its all plato's cavern but i can see the shape. nights when i go out there seems to be a hollowness to silhouttes. sometimes i handle it okay. sometimes maybe i drink too much but not enough to find my own patch of abyss.