I just held a funeral for an old hobby of mine. Moved the last remaining displays into storage, aside from two I don’t know where to put. This had been a long time coming, as I’d hung up the towel ages ago. It’s really hard because I didn’t do this because I wanted to, I did it because it was for the best.

LEGO is just too expensive. Do drugs instead. /s

It especially hurts because it felt like my last link to the physical world. I now feel truly detached from it. Sorta like being enlightened but in a bad way. I feel like everything is just this other. It’s not real. It’s been making my life miserable for years. I want to reconnect with the world.