Everyday Life

The stream was over, and I carefully placed my phone inside the tent.

The viewers hated my guitar playing so much that they united in solidarity and pummeled me until just before I ended the stream.

Of course, I suppose I was also at fault for thinking I’d play for just thirty more minutes and then playing for another hour.

“How can I play that badly?”

I must have been pretty bad if they beat me that brutally.

Anyway, all that remained around me was the sound of the wind and the fire burning.

I huddled on a little chair and stared blankly at the flames.

Without looking at my phone or listening to music, I felt a pleasant quiet I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

While sorting through my thoughts, I reflected on how my life had changed since I started streaming.

It had been over half a year since I started streaming, and things had turned out very differently from my original goal, but I liked them that way too...