Dispatches from Asteroid Hopkins

bathed in light

Stayed at home to take care of Kirby. After we were done with getting into a presentable form—which mostly concerned me, Kirby just needed to get his teeth brushed and a set of new clothes—, we went out to pick up a book i got for him and shopper for groceries.
The book was The Art of TMNT - Mutant Mayhem, and now Kirby has a new idea of something he wants to try out: storyboarding. I think he might got the "how did this get made" itch i have, the unused stuff and try out artwork fascinated him. The fact that the subway station that's in the movie for five seconds, or the refrigerator in T.C.R.I.'s lab was designed by a human being, slowly worked through his thoughts, until in the evening it hit him, "That's a lot of work."
The Wife picked up his new pair of glasses, and he does see better with them, and the frames seem to be more comfortable. In the early hours of the day, he complained about a haze obscuring the letters of the book he read; at first i thought whatever not precisely diagnosed ailment had come for his sight, turns out it was the daylight reflected from the paperstock of the book he read—realised this when he mentioned it only obscures the left pages while the right ones are yellowish, due to them being bathed in a lightbulbs output. I like how "fearless" he reads, and how he wants to learn what the things are we assigned those words to, like a cassette recorder.
We played Lego Voyagers and this time, i couldn't help myself, the "whimsical bleakness" of that game made me tear up.

I'd like a new body, or keep this one, without feelings and a fixed expiration date. All that bullshit of keeping fit and well, while being locked in a system that actually tears apart those aspirations in order to theoretically afford them, is making me … depressed.

#artbook #mental health #parenting