Looking into a free online journal for keeping track of notes and sketches and what not, as well as keeping others who would be interested apprised of such things, I decided to use this platform. What I didn't expect to happen was Google automatically sign me into the account I had 11 years ago - so I deleted all the cringe attempts at writing from back then, and now we have a brand new place to put things.
What is this all about? Two words: Camper Van.
At my age, the chances of owning a house at any point in the future are slim-to-none, slim left town ages ago, et cetera, and such. The more I look into it, owning property itself will also be a non-starter anytime soon (or at least so long as society still requires money and laws). I can, however, own a vehicle that one could sleep in on the sly (we don't say stealth camping here, because that is just white gentrifying homelessness for content farming). I am talking full on nomadic life.
So, the camper van idea?
Design, acquire, build out and re-fit a cargo van to live in. Drive around. Document. Photograph. Live. Actually fucking live.
I caught the camping bug at Frostburn 2023, and while the rain (and subsequent freezing of said rain the following day) almost ruined it all for me, I learned valuable survival lessons. The first lesson was I need a vehicle. The second lesson was to research and study before any great undertaking. The third lesson was I was destined to live outside by my own rules, not those society has placed upon me.
Yeah, it's a stereotypical "suburban white boy from the 90s" thing to say, but it's 30 years later, and I have only become increasingly revolutionary in my thoughts and attitudes. We live in a world ruled by pedophile billionaires who eat babies, actively encourage christofascist white supremacy, and seek to enslave everyone to serve them. I would rather die in the wilderness alone in a van than continue to support this system that has existed before my birth and have had zero choice in opting out of.
Until the camper van.
Yeah, I would still be living in a fascist hellhole, but I could at least drive to other parts of it, possibly even cross national borders to escape it (I'm looking at you, British Columbia). So this will be that intellectual journey as it progresses, even if it never comes to fruition. There will also be camping and outdoors stuff posted in here as well, as they all relate to the main purpose and function of this record.
I just need a little money for a little van, no big deal...
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