I don't know if there's a way to quantify how different people feel or perceive time. I think my perception's skewed. 2024. Rewind stuff. It all feels like lifetimes ago. I can't even put into words what living for another seventy years feels to me.
But for now I'm just trying to beat the clock on a lot of things. I found a 9000 watt generator in the garbage and I decided to make that my focus on electrical output for my house. I've found the way to make it run without gasoline, but the challenge is all the mickey mouse shit I have to put up with. Salvaged parts and not enough tools. Essentially what I'm doing is making a large scale, fast running version of a grandfather clock to power the thing. Hopefully before winter, or before my money runs out and I have to shut off the power to my house.
I'm dumping a lot of effort into making big mc thicc paintings and selling them with an art brokerage, hopefully for some bursts of income every now and again.
I made a battery run off of water vapor, I proved a theory right that I could build a battery cell with pure carbon dust from wood ash, and I've managed to rip gold out of scrap electrical circuits to make one battery electrode that's almost indestructible to whatever I throw at it or pair it with other than carbon.
That all sounds like a lot, but I figure it's just bullshit fueling innovation. I'm building machines with the intent to outlast me in the event that my heart gets me. I'll be gone but what I built will still assist my family members.
My cat's also probably facing her last year. She's 23. Last personal connection in my life. Dunno how I'll take it or what it'll do to my morale.
So I dunno. Let's just be fair about it and call the year 50/50.
It is the year 2024