Remote "Island" Work

hmmm... this is cool. It's positioned to appear as if I'm in a jungle, hacking and slashing my way through thorns and vines all in search of "Thee Island." Meanwhile there's a 4ft in-ground pool right behind me as my Macintosh overheats trying to maintain Wi-fi so I can join a Google Meet meeting.

It's worth mentioning I became really close with the Airbnb host (insert name when I remember it). She is afraid of iguanas. I know that because she would not help me get rid of him from my room. His name was (Frankie J) and he obnoxious. He learned pretty quickly that not everything in the modern world is climbable. Refrigerator? Slip! Bathroom door? Crash! Me? Kapow! He's fine.

This cement and spanish tile jungle continues to sprout all around this beautiful view. Makes it feel more sacred in a sense. Like the land itself is a remnant of what used to be. Like most things, the less of it, the more the whole of it becomes a memory. The less time we spend with each other, the more of what was becomes a thing to remember, making time a memory of time. I used to have hair, I remember it like it was yesterday.

I will cherish the time I spent with (insert name when I remember it). The less time I continue to spend there, the more of it I will remember and cherish. If I ever were to return, things will have been shifted around, the bed sheets will be different, the fruits will be replaced, (Frankie J) would be stronger but the waves remain calm.

4.5/5 no name tags.