how does it feel?

...i like it, that's how it feels. this picture accurately captures the sense of liberty and tranquility i feel after having been granted my own place. all the interior walls are bare wood, allowing me the solid, (if not fanciful) fantasy of being in some kind of all-american frontier cabin. for most of my hours, my feet are (symbolically) up... i do as i please and i smoke under the stars. i know, i know i should be wary of romantasizing. after all, as a wise script once warned me, '...all glory is fleeting.'

amen.