I’ve never been a fan of people. That goes for everyone, that’s why I moved. People are unpredictable.

Weathers aren’t. You have psychologists for people. Not meteorologists and forecasts the way you do for the weather cycle. Today, it’ll rain hard until maybe 10 pm.

It’s always theories as to why people do things. But I have company. I haven’t talked to anyone in years.

I think I’ll be okay without them. I’ll adapt. This is the way it’s supposed to be. Survival. You don’t have to worry about the trival things.

So you go back to argriculture. Day in and day out building. Find tools and resources. It’s primal. Going back to my proverbial roots, so to speak.

These plants depend on me as much as I depend on them. They need me. And that’s enough for me. Maybe I just like the feeling that something needs to depend on me. Can’t live without me.

Maybe it’s for the better that I left everything behind. I don’t like maintaing relationships. Day in and day out. How are you? I’m fine. What about you? Boring.

Well, maybe there was some use to it. But I’m never going to know now. And I don’t bother in trying.