I spent the next few months trying to recreate my blood-calligraphy. Well, not recreate, I’m just trying to capture its essence. I can’t tell what makes it what it is, you know? I’ve made some nice pieces in that time, though none I would consider to be perfect. They were hung up on the wall to try, alongside some crayon-drawings Bunny made. I offered to show her how to use the brush, but she prefers the colors.

  The crayons were a gift from Choronzon. I was worried what he’d think of Bunny being here. In honesty, he feels less like my demonic overlord and more like my landlord. But even then, a landlord would probably be pissed if they suddenly had a new tenant. He was cool with her being here, though. “The more suffering, the merrier,” he said. I don’t really think we’re suffering, though. Not yet, at least. Maybe that doesn’t start for a couple hundred more years.

  I was surprised at how quickly Bunny adapted to her new life. I guess I shouldn’t have been, though. She is an animal in spirit, and animals are usually fine to just sorta hang around the place not doing anything. And we spent a lot of time not doing anything.

  Bunny being here shifted my life dramatically. I used to be so quiet here. I would go months without saying a word, because there was no one to speak to. But now everyday is full of lively conversation. (Well, as lively as Bunny can be.) Having someone else here with me has turned every moment into something I look forward to.

  This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

  Boredom isn’t so boring when you have someone to be bored with.

  What’s the difference between boredom and tranquility, anyways? Is it that boredom is purposeless, and tranquility is purposeful? I think one could argue that; a Buddhist monk meditating for four hours is a little different than when I’d sit on the couch and stare at the ceiling. But I’d argue against that sentiment, at least a little. Purpose is a state of mind. Anything is purposeful, as long as you do it intently. Acting with intent is good. But you already know that, you’ve been told to work hard all your life. What you’ve probably been told less is that the opposite is also true.

  Your inaction is just as valuable as your action, if you let it be. It’s okay to pump the breaks. Not every day needs to be a struggle. When you’ve come home from work and done all your chores, just sit down. Sit down and stare at a wall. Trace the patterns on your curtains. Draw some calligraphy you just made up. Do nothing. But I really mean itùno TV, no music, no video games. Spend a lot of time doing something completely unrewarding. That will teach you something I think is very important about the nature of purpose and meaning. And when you learn that lesson, put your brush to paper and write it in your own language. It sounds hard, but I’ll give you a place to start.

  Draw a circle, and cross the bottom right of it with a line.

  Guerilla Toss - Moth Like Me