Playing wizards

Today at work, I finished a long and difficult project that took all my energy over the last two weeks, and instead of cleaning my apartment and finally doing all my laundry, I'm boiling acetone with foam in a pot so I can soak rags in it and play wizard.

A friend wrote to me that he will be passing through the city where I live. And I am very glad that he is passing through just after I handed in the project.

So, the plan is this: tomorrow at 18:00 GMT+2, I will gather my rags and go to the forest. There, we will meet my friend in an abandoned three-storey building where there has been nothing to burn for many years, and we will try to maim each other, imagining that we are not just humble creatures of flesh and blood, but magicians (albeit not very powerful ones).

Thanks for reading.

P.S. I am attaching a photo of our last trip there and an illustration of how it should be this time.