Rustic Cyberpunk

This is my favorite season and I'm glad I was able to make it back to New York before January. I did miss the first snowfall of 2022, but I'm sure the following days will make up for it.

It has been several months since I've had a chance to write. I was away for work before and then out visiting family. For the last decade or so, I've lived a detached life from them, for the most part, except for the occasional phone call. I'm trying to do better.

I wasn't particularly well connected to the Internet, away from major cities, and writing remotely wasn't always practical while roaming.

Meanwhile, life still needs a magic and dangerous elixir called currency. It comes in bottles of many shapes, but hard to procure while travelling. I've decided to leave the industry entirely in the coming months, even if it means the bottles may run dry. That's a huge risk this close to the fruition of the cabin plans, but I've decided to prioritize my health until I can settle into something else. Opportunities are plenty, but obscure in the underbrush of corporate Lorem Ipsum. The recent forest fires haven't swept these away quite yet.

The cabin progress has been slow, but still continuing. I had finished the major design work for the most part with the exception of a few odds and ends. I'm now shifting toward logistics and self-sustaining. The latter part will involve some sort of small farm, even if it will only be supplementary to what I can get at the store. Something to look forward to.

Now resting in my own bed after a long while.