I feel incredibly lonely lately.

I can write, art, game, work..I can do all the things but it’s all entirely pointless if I have no one to share with.

What should have been a relaxing working vacation has been nothing more than forced isolation. Sure I’m getting paid well. I even had time and dollars to get some watercolors and charcoal for arts..even played with them a bit..

But there’s no one to share the good food with or talk about why the place has robots or what the significance is of my deja vu happening all over the city…

Our art notebook became something more this trip. The story is amazing to me. It’s so vivid.

Hi…my name is Puppy. And I am lonely.

Author: PuppyPuppy

D.I.D. , writer, stagehand