Day Two: OG Bob Marley

I decided to build a wall.

But first… A blunt…sharp think tank — some creative strand that would curate the night.

I sat on a blue sueded couch, a fading collected memory from my last pad. I was made for an upright posture; one that I frequently resented. I began to gaze into the empty white void of the room.

What are we going to do with you? What am I even trying to say? I wondered if that was even the right question. I already knew the contrary.

Hmm…how do I wish to feel? That was it. The home is supposed to be the safest domain you build for yourself.

Spark. Flame. Ignite. And just like that…

Domain Expansion.

A halo of iridescent light glazed over the living room like an instantaneous galactic teleport — clarity dropped into the space all at once. I could see waves, an oscillation of vibes now vibrating through everything, and I loved it. I sat there, patiently panning the room, populating the whole space with a new life. That imagined home was nothing like what exists now, but it was clear as day — the precision I had been craving, the certainty I'd been missing.

It felt good, to know.

No one enjoys indecision — that cloudy yellow feeling, icky, static, nauseating.

What do I want to eat? What am I going to wear? What should I say? How does this look? How will I be seen?

None of it mattered in the moment.

I Astro planed a finished living room in a matter of minutes while charioting a few good waves.

How would I do it? A completely different matter. But I remained steadfast, for I already knew it was a tangible feat.

It was done.

"Texas Sun" drifted in through the soundbar like the opening of an establishing scene, and home came to me instantly. I opened my laptop to craft the design. I had every tool and skill I would ever need — I was ready for the moment.

I began designing waves on a measured canvas, the same way I had for the wall. Did I want to feel cool or warm in the mornings? I tried to hold both at once, but the design ended up ignoring the botanical wall standing guard over my bedroom. Still, I had the design — that was enough for the night. I'd need a projector and the right pencils to trace it onto the wall. I already had the ladder. Tomorrow, I'd buy the paint.

The energy carried me through the night like an magestic oil lamp burning in the dark. Endless, intoxicating clarity humidified the room.

I'm finally building.

Perfect. Everything is clear.