Posted on May 15, 2025

Days are born and die before I can make anything out of them. That’s just a poetic excuse for my laziness. Lately, most of my time has been work, slow, agonizing, monotonous. Once I break free what’s left of the day slips away so quickly I don't even realize it. It's only during that space that I can try to find meaning and pursue creative, personal projects. But still I wonder, if I had all the time in the world, would I really use it properly, or would I just find new excuses?

The Abandoned Road was a journey that will find its own story and place. For now, this space will be my personal hideout, my vault. Vault-691. A secret chamber sealed off from the rest of the world. It feels strange, and out of place even here, in this vibrant community built by rebels, weirdos and rejects from the internet. It might look dull and barren. But that’s exactly how I want it, for now.

I have said to myself the same thing, over and over, that this WILL BE, only to fail and give up again. But maybe, maybe this is the time, maybe this is THE one thing that will kick-start it all. All I need is to keep going, keep creating, and for the right someone to hear the call.