CW 40
October 9, 2022•161 words
To no one in particular,
There isn't much to write about.
The past several days have been about resting and getting back on a normal footing after contracting the Illness. We're still experiencing some fatigue, but we're in better spirits. We took some time to explore the city with T-D. We wanted to sample some of the planet's agricultural offerings and we were disappointed. Rather than find farmers and their produce we found middle-age housewives selling nutritional supplements. Everyone has a hustle. And we're all marks. T-D and E, N, P, and I definitely look like we're from off-planet. The vendors and the promoters wanted us to comment on the venue (very nice!) and the products. I guess we confer legitimacy.
Everyday though, I'm looking for ways to get to a different outpost. I don't regret the choice of coming here, but fuck it, what I want is to travel and see more of this place before I head off planet.