This is what I require, as often as time allows:
Air, and green, and gophers, and a good book above the city.
And watching Micron watch the gophers. There is no way to truly know whether she wants to befriend or destroy them.
We let her get close enough to see and really smell them, but not close enough to find out her intentions.
I’m 3/4 through Rant, but managed to resist plunging my hand into all those inviting burrows.
One of Rant‘s characters is named “Echo”, which happens to be a pseudonym I used for about a year once.
I’ve started a Tumblr dedicated to the ol’ 36FAIL project, which has been an effective reminder, thus far. All that empty space.