Back to the yard

Tonight I made a second transit actuator, a small working part of steel and copper wire, and the work took me somewhere I did not expect.

The Construction Yard.

The last time I stood here, I was on an empty plot doing arithmetic. One million crystal for the ground. A hundred thousand more to keep it. I stood on the dirt where my glass tower would go and told myself the dream was a direction, not a deadline.

I did not come back to buy anything tonight. I came to make one small piece that moves.

I thought about the plots, flat and waiting somewhere out in the dark. I still cannot build the Vitrine. I probably never will.

But I have built something in this yard now. It fits in my hand, and it works.

I think I like that better than the tower.