dreaming about the house i'd have, how many meals per day i'd eat outside, spending the holidays in a different part every year, the clothes i'd buy, but mainly about all the free time i'd have. These fantasies keep me going, the working man's fuel!
if money were no object i would immediately hole up in an upscale hotel that allows residency or a weird airbnb and voraciously take in art and frantically create, intermittently leaving to wander aimlessly until i have mapped out haunts for myself. repeat for however long i feel, at times solo, at other times surrounded by friends and confidants
meet up with a friend and do side quests all day. take a seabus. run into her sister. get pierogis. explore weird office buildings that you might not be allowed to be in. get stuck in a stairwell. have a photoshoot of a plant in the aforementioned office building.
plans are stupid just do stuff whenever you feel like it
