Yeah, I like to receive and give food gifts. Or I tend to give something I made myself, for example knitted socks or baked goods.

Does anyone remember the craze for “art cards”, where you made a bunch of your own cards and traded them for other peoples cards. Good times.

I would rather think games in a way we think about books or other works of art. Preserving games for generations to come is to give them a chance to experience them as well. We still have books around whose authors have died long time ago.

This is superb! I, too, love the postapocalyptic sceneries.

I have no hope, that the system will change in time for us or those who come after us; humans and other walks of life. But I still do things and make choices, that mitigate my impact on the planet. Not because I think I can steer us away from this path, but because it is the right thing to do. I am morally obligated to do it even if the result does not change and I take a weak solace in that fact. And of course it always matters whether we hit 3, 4, 5 or 8 degrees above pre-industrial mean to other evolutions of life.

I dream very often of being someone else. No limits on sex, sexuality or age. Not too long ago I dreamt I was a young, bisexual man with bear-like proportions, though the sexual relations were an afterthought in a highly weird story about survival.

I am a middle aged woman, but shit it felt good in the morning to feel that strong.

PS2, you never forget your first love.

This is a serene picture, I can almost feel and hear the wind.

A kindred spirit, I too change all linen, towels, teatowels on a Sunday. I love the feeling of crisp linen and rough towels.

I have sets of “three” of everything. One set in use, one set in the laundry and one set in the closet. I only buy new things if visible frayed and no point trying to mend.