Let’s Play : Stardew Valley

It is the thick of the Summer—I mean it is spring—I mean it is false spring in Ohio but maybe truer in Brooklyn where I’m stooped over a window into   Pelican Town   & there the summer sun is high & my stable nearly built & my crops well-watered & my cousin is dead.
I mean—

my cousin is dead & the blueberries are bursting & I’m smitten with the artist living south of the farm but our dialogue’s stale the correct choices transparent & the flight to her viewing is over one grand & even with those easy answers the artist still refused my offer to dance.
We can technically afford it

but the timing is awful & the whole trip amounts to twenty-four hours at best & how awful to think of convenience at a time like this but my therapist soothes me she says it’s only natural & the mayor writes to remind me there’s a festival today.
The funeral’s in two days

& I have a field of crops to reap—I mean they’re ready to harvest & the festival gives me nothing besides some measly friendship points but I bite the bullet & I buy the tickets & Aunty doesn’t know the cost of shipping her home but no one’s bothered to look into it—no one really wants to know.
I pack for the flight

—I mean I go to the beach—I mean I’m standing on the beach in the fading glow of Summer & we’ve sent a lantern out to sea we’ve drawn the jellyfish to shore a cousin who lives is calling to ask when I’ll be waiting at the airport but I’m far too gone to hear her I am lost in the valley on countless butter-yellow pixels watching the moonlight jellies carry on toward the great unknown .