Old things resurge gloomy

I can make a taser with a camera and some wires. I can weld suspensions with car batteries and some stick. I can go live in the woods with a tarp, a knife and some firesteel. I'm good at what i do. I walk anywhere i go. And i got a sense of toughness. Adventure. It's fun. I'm like a turtle with a hard shell. I take the hits and just endure. Things can't put me down. Some ash on the blade, let's go. I pushed back demons and bad darkness. Summer's almost over. The leaves will turn red and cool. I like it. If only i cared... I could do so much in this world... I don't care... that's the issue.
Have i ever talked about solarpunk? I connect it to Germany, but it doesn't really have a nation. Another clean and fresh æsthetic... i did dream about it.
Solarpunk is moreso interesting because it is feasible. You can buy solar NOW and power entire homes with it. But that's obviously not all there is to the solarpunk æsthetic. Beyond the obvious bullshit of trannies about multikulti and whatever is a real betterment perspective: autarky in food and power. Passive subsistence. Technological application. And the simple fact that a better world is possible.

I see some sort of a greenhouse structure, opaque and white, holding hundreds of rows of watery cube containers. Within swim all sorts of algae, fish, crops and harverting plants. I see people tending to them and preserving the chambers. They are clad in greyish brownish uniforms, kinda tan even, and they all look the same. They are not a crew, but some sort of subclass; as if you read gardener as a dedicated archetype. It is applied, and now, functioning.
From all these rows are being harvested food. Water is purified and channeled through pipe distributions, heading off to different settlements. Overhead, the panels loom. And yet all is covered in a lukewarm sun.

I'm having a little bit of a soulvoid because i'm not suffering as much lately. Yet, it's a healthier kind of dreaming, bringing about lighter dreams, althought less of them. I'm sorry. I keep wanting to put stuff out there knowing yet that no one'll ever read it. But i am diligent. And i must craft. I, an artist at heart, am meant to be in this world, but not of it. And when "real" life reels me back in, i don't drift through days as much as i used to. But i could. It's just that, back then, in the dark, i used to really want to flee reality. Suicidal type of stuff. But now i'm through. And i'm done with the bad dark, but it leads to less escapism. Whoops!
And i used to drink a lot more too. Anyways. Summer's over.




straight line mission challenge reworked: 1. draw a straight line on a map 2. get to starting point 3. follow the line with your compass.