Lotta mics for someone that doesn’t speak.
More in storage.
I got the office on my iPad so I can sit and meticulously coil all of these cables into perfect circles.
Zip tied, to hold form,.
Everything in its place, a place for everything, comfortable banter and writing in my peripheral.
And that’s a nice day.
That’s a really chill really calm way to exist. On a rainy day.
Just organizing the hobby zone. Buddhist aren’t supposed to be materialistic, so I don’t think I’m one of them, I might actually be a hoarder.
But only with specific items.
Still..
It’s very nice.
Very comfortable.
I like it more than shooting aliens in videogames, or being a famous wizard, or whatever synthetic feeling of victory is out there .
Just wrapping cables..
Slow, careful without nervousness, execution without effort.
Just winding cables and thinking about how I’m going to set it up, and how lovely it’s going to sound.
The sky is the limit.
And I think that’s the appeal of the addiction.
I’m aware it’s an addiction.
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