(Second installment of the untitled thingy I'm working on. Hopefully I'll stick this one through to the end, and don't worry, it will eventually develop into a story with plot and everything, instead of just vague ramblings. Patience.)
I’ve realized that my home life is too similar to my work “life.” Alone, worthless, no end in sight, it’s just me finding pathetic things to do to pass the time until my next real responsibility. I make enough at my job to cover expenses and have a tiny bit extra, which I seem to waste on useless niceties like used video games for systems two generations old or dvds of movies and shows I’ve already seen and only want to own. I’ve never truly understood the ideal of collecting movies (even though I fully partake), especially with the advent of online and by-mail rental services, all they do is collect dust on the shelf, calmly waiting for someone to drift into my domicile and peruse the mausoleum of interest and taste upon my mantle. Now, I do believe it necessary to have a wide gamut of digital mastery for the occasions where upon a small group of friends want to enjoy a median interest, or to introduce common similarities to those of like taste, but I never have anybody over, and I can’t stand to watch movies alone -- what’s the point? I’ve already seen all of these plastic discs, and I’m not one for commentary or fancy extras. But I still collect, and I will continue to collect. I haven’t had a relationship of romantic persuasion for years, and don’t really have any interest in trying my hand for the foreseeable future. Why would I want to share myself with someone if I have nothing to share? I’m alone again this weekend, I guess I’ll play through Shadow of the Colossus again, maybe this time on hard.
I don’t think I’m alone here. I saw footprints in the sand when after I woke up today, bare footprints with no big toe on the left foot. I half-expected this to happen, I haven’t even attempted to explore the entirety of my island as of yet, mostly because I don’t really care what else is here, and am afraid to find any sign of fellow man anywhere else on my sanctuary. I’ve stuck to my corner of the beach, but this encroachment of solitude is sickening, oh god I’m sick, sick and boiling. How dare they? I must find this beast and punish them. First I must build an enclosure. I don’t have the wherewithal to build anything to legitimately keep out intruders, nothing sturdy enough. But the message will be clear. This is my beach, my bit of ocean. My bananas. My traps. My sand, mine all mine, no toe-less freak will taint my land with their existence. The fence will just be a line of sticks half-buried in the sand, but it must do for now. No time to check the traps, this is my priority right now. I have to protect my singularity; I must be alone with my paradise. No one will spoil my struggle, I need it too bad to give it up yet. Today the palisade, tomorrow I hunt.
