After two weeks of Fasnacht in Fallout 76, exhaustion set in—but so did reflection. From cryptids and Appalachian folklore to gardening, grief, and learning to give yourself grace, this is a meditation on finding balance between the digital wasteland and the real world.
A few days in the wasteland, a few sessions in therapy, and one more reminder that grief doesn’t end—it just shifts shape. Sometimes the only way to learn grace is with a 2x4 to the head.
The world feels like it’s gone off the rails. Between broken floors, broken politics, and the broken idea that we can’t speak ill of the dead, I’ve been wrestling with grief, free speech, and the double standards we’re drowning in. Some people deserve kindness after death. Others deserve honesty. Either way, we shouldn’t be told to keep quiet.
