Beginning of summer.
I vaguely feel like I’m in one of those horror rpgmaker games—I can’t go out and interact much with the outside world, and there’s a few activities and rooms I’m limited to. I cycle through the same actions everyday and it feels like no time has passed, but the numbers on my watch suggest otherwise. Everything else is within my head or whatever media I consume, or games or dreams.
It’s interesting that when I no longer feel confined by the ways I feel or think that I’m confined physically. Is this an elaborate plan to get me to face my discomfort? Of course, if I learn anything from this (or any) experience, I consider it fine.
Recently we’ve been playing Animal Crossing on the Switch. It seems at first very simple and cute (or a great proponent of capitalism), but it’s pretty meditative. I zone out as I collect weeds. Sometimes I just stare off into the distance from the rocks at the beach. I kind of wish I could be on a boat right now, but maybe some time later.
Anyway! Summer! It’s coming, but much like everything else, I can’t really tell. There’s not much in the foreseeable future, which is a funny thing to say considering none of the future is currently foreseeable. Will I dream of something spooky again? What will I have for dinner tomorrow? What should I draw? Will something good happen? It goes on.
Hopefully I’ll have a little something drawn for next post. My photos aren’t really super interesting (this one is from the grocery store a few… weeks ago?), so that’ll be a nice break. So… until then.