Dream land and the Difficulties in Adjustment to It.
It finally happened about a week ago now. I’ve clinged on to my backpack (stuffed with clothes to cover my body, meaningless papers to cover my ‘identity’, books and devices to fulfill my hunger for information) until fuel-burning monster birds finally carried me off where I intended to end up. Now I’m victoriously lying on the floor of a six-mat-sized room trying to blend in with it — I meant my current environment. The “Moon city” I’ve read about as a child. And I feel like one.
I don’t have to go to school or university or — lion-dog bless me — any kind of work, not yet. I am free to roam and to ride my silver bicycle, something I haven’t done once in the last 7 years. And I can’t read a thing around me. Horrific. Puzzling. Interesting.
What’s more — there’s no network on my phone, so it feels like a trip back to <2010 when mobile internet was expensive or non-existent and had no ecosystem to use it with whatsoever. Now it’s just a portable camera-dictionary-notebook — and my only ‘uplink’ is limited to my room. Well-dosed internet is just what I needed.
All text above highlights my current objectives, which are quite clear now: I have to work on communication and on symbol semantics (i.e. reading and writing) so I am able survive after my noodles and moneys come to an end. So far I’m doing fine.
What else I need now is a hat and comic books.