intrepid ⛵️
@intrepid
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It’s been four years since Light in the Darkness was collected. Four years of Web3, wild, uncharted, full of storms.
I still wonder why I chose it first. A lighthouse, not just a symbol but a promise. A sliver of safety in the dark cold world.
The space was raw then, untamed, half-dreamed.
Perhaps I needed that light to mark a beginning A torch lit at the edge of the map.
A beacon for a community that valued the art, the adventure, and the person behind it - not just another hit of contrived content dressed up as entertainment.
Thank you to everyone who’s walked some part of this path with me over the past four years. It’s your support that allows me to keep going. To keep seeking new frontiers. To keep asking the questions - what is out there, and why is it so. Thank you.
Four years on, with more than 110 1/1s collected and over 500 people supporting my edition work and curated cards. I am humbled by this community and grateful for every step of the journey.
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This week’s been rough. That peculiar sadness of transition, of things coming to an end. We’ve hauled the boat, tucked her up like some sleeping beast. The family flew home to Australia, carrying laughter and loose ends. I remain, in the yard, alone, scrambling around the hull like a forgotten creature.
Rain keeps coming. Thick, hot, tropical rain that makes no sense on a supposedly desert island. The mainsail is still up, heavy with water. Rigging runs with wetness. Every job - fiberglass work, engine work, cleaning, stowing - has been postponed indefinitely by humidity and absurd weather.
There’s a massive to-do list. It mocks me. Five days left. Even finding objects onboard is like wandering through a fog. Nothing stays dry. Nothing stays where it should.
You wonder why people put themselves through this. Why they choose the wandering life. But then I remember: the coral shelves, the sky at anchor, a child asleep with salt in her hair. And I feel it again, a flicker of joy, stubborn and pure. 1 reply
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