I’m feeling really Fallout tonight. I don’t have a radio in my car and it’s a 20+ min ride home from work so I was thinking about fallout almost the whole way home. I was thinking about where you’d lay your head in the wastes, what kind of home you could have if you were a wanderer. I think a lot about what the wastes would look like here, where I live, so far away from any major city. I wonder if brahmin give milk. Tonight I thought about a courier trying to fix up a motorcycle, and if it would even be possible, what kind of atomic power it might run on or where you would find tires or what you could use instead.

I don’t know, Fallout seems to jive with my brain waves a lot so I find myself dwelling on it a lot when I’m alone with my thoughts.