I fantasize about living in a vast overwhelming castle mansion house made out of Legos, a complex with millions upon millions of rooms, with an IMAX theatre and Chipotle above it, with bat-poles leading to secret library rooms of CD collections because I don’t like throwing things away, those things used to be expensive. Or hidden trap cellar doors that slide into a basement the size of the pentagon and its filled with a billion empty cubby holes.
Someone says “But what if you have a stroke in the secret room behind the secret bookshelf behind the real bookshelf and you bite your tongue off and bleed and bleed and your bloody tongue stump gets infected with mold and parasites and you die because no one could find you in your secret Lego rooms.”
I never thought about this. And now I can’t have that dream anymore.
I like to play chess. I was raised by a Nintendo Gameboy. No, the brick one, stupid.