A contribution by Ty53
Eve and I have built ourselves a hut, right next to an empty aeroplane hangar which she loves for its beautiful reverb properties. To most of the local wildlife we have already given sophisticated Latin names.
The weather couldn't be better, the fruits couldn't be more delicious, an invisible hand seems to protect us from all dangers. The animals seek our proximity, we are constantly surrounded by them, and yet we are alone: in all our long walks - into the mountains with their forsaken silver mines, over the steppe with its scattered burial mounds, along the highways with their abandoned rest areas - we have never met but one soul. All the more surprising that our blog of sweet idleness and simple life in nature keeps getting lots of likes.
(4/10. Next up: “All Fours“)