Midnight Pub

dreams of stretched legs

~akhet

It has been a while since I posted or browsed here. The summer was busy, fall came and went; I didn't have the stomach to use a computer after the workdays were over.

Tonight I am more-than-micro-dosing psilocybin and leaving a jazzy synth loop I made playing while thinking of some way to exit the desk for a living.

I maintain a lot of end-of-life telco gear for a growing company in a position of some prestige for my age, have gotten "us" out of a few bad times this year and made progress on quite a few big projects. The feeling is similar to being gifted a yacht when you live 9 hours away from the ocean and haven't the means to go use it more than once every few years - you would happily trade it for something more useful.

Whatever I need is a bit more than a vacation. There is a deep yearning just to walk under a tree canopy that doesn't go away. Going on camping trip next month, peak winter. Sometimes in the mountains I see radio base stations for weather/atmospheric data collection(?) and wish I was the person responsible for checking in on those things.

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