#BadlyExplainYourHobby

#BadlyExplainYourHobby

I write about worlds that never existed as cover to talk about real-world politics.

I bait catholics, lawyers, and others who posses religion.

I sit in water and move my eyes across hundreds of pieces of stained pieces of wood, rarely the same one twice.

I go hundreds of miles to talk to strangers about worlds that don't exist, using arbitrary and arcane rules to decide what happens.

I almost fall as fast as I can across the same few hundred meters over and over again, hoping each time for a different result, all while engaging my mind and ears in with Tony-award winning musicals about insurrection popularly miscategorized as revolution.

I sit with a warm mammal touching me, covered in sheep's discarded hair while watching other mammals pretend to be different mammals who touch each other.