Delusion

Cubes of necessity continue to wage war on volumetric freedom. Comfort, happiness, capabilities all in a battle for supremacy and balance. Is there room in this small common conveyance for it all? Suuurre there is … but definitely not space to make use of it in any real sense.

And there’s the real question poking it’s head up again … what is my life going to be like? I can exist, but not be able to do the things I most enjoy? Is that motivation to look for a different path? What is there that I can accomplish? Why should I?

I keep considering a return to the SCA; perhaps a nomadic citizen of renaissance festivals across the continent … but then there’s COVID and it’s mutations, now. I am surely not the only one wishing friends were closer, or more available.

It feels a lot like I’m preparing for my final journeys, and perhaps it’s fitting that there’s no telling where I’ll land next. I’m better with a plan … and I just don’t have one.