It’s like... I’ve been walking for 20 kilometres on a forest path for five hours without any proper footwear on and why? Why Am I Doing This? Because I know there is a little cabin by a waterfall waiting for me with a stocked fridge and working electricity and I know this because a talking moose had whispered this to me when I was high off wild mushrooms I’d picked off the ground. Plus I’m dehydrated because I forgot to pack not only food but also enough water for the endless trek I never meant to go on. I had stumbled onto this road by accident, if I remember correctly. But it’s not all bad, I saw some beautiful green things and awe inspiring cloud formations in the sky. Even a rainbow or two. I found good rocks for my collection, I even sat on some nice large ones when I needed to catch my breath. I took a break but I knew I had to get to the cabin by the waterfall if I was ever going to survive this quest. I just had to get there! Even though by the 15th km I wanted to perish, I wanted to burn down the forest, wanted nothing but an uber to come out to me in the middle of nowhere and fly me home- and yet I still walked? I must have cried but who could tell because there was no moisture left in my body. Finally, I get to the cabin. The moose hadn’t lied. There was indeed a waterfall, although it was smaller than originally promised. And when I finally open the fridge with my excuse of a fumbling hand, and the warm light inside washes my halfdead face... what do I find? Nothing but a loaf of stale-