Day 529:
I spent some time fishing today. It was partly because I wanted to have more stock in food than just carrots (although with all the beef I have in stock right now you’d think I wasn’t worried) and partly because I needed a day to think.
So think I did.
And the thing I thought about the most is how, now, even my hobbies are utilitarian. Like, there’s no sitting around and watching sitcoms on the vid screen until 2 in the morning anymore. I’m either building something (work), mining something (also work) or fishing or gardening (technically work but so much easier than the first two that it feels like a treat).
There’s no story here unless I write it. No podcast unless it’s me talking to myself. No vidscreen at all. No video games because there’s no screen. The closest I come to a first person shooter is actually shooting things, and to be vomitously honest, I hate every minute of it. I’d much rather shoot electrons than actual things, even if the things are consistently trying to kill me.
And I don’t have time to write fiction, though to be honest I do a lot of telling myself stories. They’ll likely be lost to the ages. It’s not like I have time to write them down. I’m way more interested in making sure there’s food and shelter and the occasional mattress.
I guess, if anything, the mattresses are the place where I really stretch out my creativity. I get fancy with the stitches sometimes or make sure that there’s a ducken outline in the ducken skins I’m stitching together. The birds deserve to be remembered; they deserve to be something fancy.
I might work on dye. There are plenty of flowers around here. It might be nice to have some red thread and some yellow thread in addition to the ducken-gut-colored thread I’m using now.