Day 754: Redemption
Wherein I blather randomly about the ongoing the tech saga, an evening of structures and feasting, and the nature of redemption
Wherein I blather randomly about the ongoing the tech saga, an evening of structures and feasting, and the nature of redemption
Wherein I prattle tediously regarding lost art found, imminent visits from friends, and walking old streets with new eyes...
Wherein I blather blearily regarding potential technical challenges, island adventures, and enjoying things as they are...
Wherein I prattle inconsequentially regarding the disposition of cargo ships, random encounters with nature's beauty, and giving what I get
Wherein I blather haphazardly regarding the effects of PB&Honey sandwiches, the nuances of creating RPG characters, and yet another new experience
Wherein I prattle randomly regarding technical challenges, the garden-ing of of the patio, and sublime food trucks
Wherein I wax rhapsodic regarding my transformation into a cyborg, multiple NPC encounters, and how enthusiasm can suffice
Wherein I prattle cheerfully about named NPCs, a lovely hike, and germinating on the Patio of Dreams
Wherein I wax rhapsodic on the quality of morning, the virtues of eschewing poetry, and discovering the precious value of space
Wherein I prattle cheerfully regarding a lack of suburbs, the joys of cultivating garden space, and the nuances of different narrations (and again, with apologies for the rough audio... may need to switch back to the Bluetooth mic for a time)
To give voice to the meticulously crafted words of a playwright or author is a rare gift… a kind of “belated collaboration” where you are given the chance to infuse their words with a vital presence and carry their message to the hearts of the audience.