It’s funny how we are copying an ancient Chinese tradition while the Chinese are doing amazing silent drone shows.

I’m digging on the Tijuana dog. Close to mine: grilled dog, bun of opportunity (buttered, reasons mine), too much mustard, banana peppers.

You know what, traversal… fun movement that anchors me as the character… then the world around me is whatever it is, like reality I don’t have to like it just deal with it, but I want freedom of movement. A great story with shitty movement can’t keep me. That’s for books.