When I see myself in my ideal future, it’s some weird cottage core fantasy where I spend half a day making some sort of dumplings in a kitchen that is only lit by the soft light from the big windows towards a hilly wilderness. The only sound that can be heard is the mountain lake lapping at the rocky shore and the delivery driver swearing loudly over the road conditions, and 90s jungle on the 800w sound system.
Mostly hungry and tired. He/Him. Aotearoa. Now between passions. Enjoys bikepacking, outdoors activities, cooking & brewing beer, fixing shit and having shallow opinions about software engineering, politics and ethics. Shitposts