It’s 12:30 am, and I’m currently sitting in a white mesh tent with solar powered dim LED string lights meant to look like Edison bulbs barely lighting my keyboard. It’s pitch black outside so I can’t see out past what feels like a mesh space pod, and every now and then the wind lifts the side of my tent or something scurries nearby and I get a lovely dose of fight or flight adrenaline.
I’ve been trying to revive and update this blog for the past day so I can get off a screen and back to this living on the land thing I’ve been doing the last couple of weeks. While I was sitting here just now it felt like something came up and nibbled or scratched my toe. Mouse? Other creature? It’s pretty much a black vortex when I look down towards the ground after looking up at my iPad screen, so it could be demon claws peeking through the cracks in the firmament for all I know. So, regardless if it is mouse or daemon, I think that is a sign the land is telling me to leave well enough alone and go over to my tent and go to bed.
So, here is my first inglorious dispatch from a dark and moonlit shore. When I say I want to improve my fonts, quoth the land, nevermore. (at least for tonight!)
