This tree was along a winding road; I was out for a morning walk with the dog, a quarter mile from our house.
I finally got around to installing a door on my little shed/greenhouse thingy. I really need to get this shed done so I can use it, so I can begin work on my treehouse again.
[daily log: walking, 5km; dogwalking, 3km]
[This is a cross-post from my other blog]
My low-effort bragpost for this week was created around 6 years ago. It is a bit more dystopian than usual. For the most part, my geofictions are neither dystopian nor utopian – rather, they just represent an alternate reality which is much like our own, full of both good and bad. This was an effort to create something a bit darker. It’s a refugee camp, in a poorly-defined (quite incomplete) war-torn country with serious social problems and poverty and a negligent government. Perhaps somewhat inspired by Somalia or 1970’s southeast Asia.
The Irhoborin refugee camp is vast: it has a population of tens of thousands, all in these tents in grids with additional tens of thousands in improvised shacks between and among and surrounding the gridded tent areas. I actually wrote up a fairly detailed “lore” for this place, at one time, and have an archived copy of it here.
Here’s a screenshot of the location.
The link to the slippy map is here: https://opengeofiction.net/#map=15/-15.1153/146.7819&layers=B
ㅁ a salmon troller parked itself out in the sea waiting for some fish
– a pseudo-haiku.
