> I spend an hour on my normal routine: setting up my bedroll, starting a fire, cooking and eating. After that, I sit cross-legged and breathe deeply. “Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren,” I murmur to myself, as my mind traces the well-worn path of my identity meditation, down to my most foundational memories.
this part really hit, as similarly did a few others about relinquishing and regrowing identity
can only assume this is an easter egg:
> the warmth of an evening watching a show with my housemates, the sight of skyscrapers towering above me on every side
> I spend an hour on my normal routine: setting up my bedroll, starting a fire, cooking and eating. After that, I sit cross-legged and breathe deeply. “Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren,” I murmur to myself, as my mind traces the well-worn path of my identity meditation, down to my most foundational memories.
this part really hit, as similarly did a few others about relinquishing and regrowing identity
can only assume this is an easter egg:
> the warmth of an evening watching a show with my housemates, the sight of skyscrapers towering above me on every side
since housemates only exist in the Bay Area.....