Oof. It’s cold as hell out here. I’d better build a shelter.
How’d I get this far out anyway? Why would I be out here in the cold with no sort of house? There’s really nothing out here. You’ve really done it this time. Okay, it made sense at first. Maybe nobody has found a genie or a cyclops or any of that cool stuff because when they see a desolate desert of snow they go a different way. Instead of straight through. Into the mystic, as I like to say. I invented that phrase. Hopefully nobody steals it from me in the future when they’ve invented music.
Alright, houses. Houses. No sticks. I wish someone had dumped a bunch of bricks here. Hell, I’d settle for a house made of candy. A witch always lives there, but once you’re out of childhood it’s like they don’t even care to kill you anymore. Most times they just want help hanging a heavy picture of Jesus or something and then they let you move right along.
I guess I’ll have to build one. Shit. All I have is snow. Can a man live in a snow house? Do I dare?
You know what? Screw it. I can do this. Or try until a bear comes along and I can cut his belly open with a laser sword and then sleep inside. We have laser swords. This is a long, long time ago.
Let’s see. I could either dig a bunch of ice blocks out from the ground and then live in the hole. That seems easy. Or I could construct some sort of dome with blocks. Which seems impossible. I’ll tell you, I didn’t make it this far by doing what seemed easy. I made it to exactly this far by not doing what was easy. I may have made it much further with the easy once in a while. Wearing mittens when I came here, for example. Even one mitten would have been smart. I could have switched it between hands. I could have kept one hand in my pocket and still did stuff with the mitten hand. So many ways I could use that mitten.
No! You promised, no more talk about the damn mitten. It’s gone, it’s in the past, let it go.
I don’t even know why I’m doing this. Is it actually going to be warmer living inside an ice cube? Like living inside a freezer when that freezer is sitting outside and the outside is slightly colder?
What a life you’ve built. And a dome. I call it an Igloo. Short for I’m GLOOmy about my life choices.