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fullenite feels like a bad dream (and 8 degrees)

@Sebastian Blair3/9/2026blog

so here i am in fullenite with a laptop and a thermos. it’s 8 degrees. feels like 6. by the time i realize this, i’ve already bought a hat i don’t need. the sky’s 8 degrees right now. i thought about wearing a jacket but then i remembered i’d forgotten one in my apartment yesterday. maybe i’m just a mess today. who knows?

my neighbor over there, sara or whoever she is, kept blasting that terrible spanish music outside at 3 am. i came out to shut it off once and she asked if i wanted to "dance to the wall of despair." i said no. i’ve had worse life decisions. side note: sara’s a chef now? who knows. i heard that from a random person at a cafe. maybe it’s true. maybe she’s lying. who cares?

if you get bored, the old mining town of villosada is a 45-minute drive. they’ve got weird festivals where people dress as rocks. sounds like a scam but also paradise. i heard a local warned me that the tap water here tastes like regret. i tried it once. it was terrible. don’t drink it. seriously.

someone told me at a bar that the city’s coffee is better than amsterdam’s. sounds suspicious. i’m not sure if that’s a compliment or a warning. maybe i’ll check yelp later. i mean, who checks yelp anymore? probably not me. but hey, there’s a garage coffee spot called the rusty mug that’s apparently got this weird espresso that makes you hallucinate. don’t trust me. you should go to tripadvisor. tripadvisor says it’s a myth but also 4.7 stars. conflicting info.

anyway, the weather app says it’ll stay 8 all week. i’m okay with that. i’m not okay with the neighbors. yesterday, a kid rode a skateboard through my yard and left a soda can. didn’t even apologize. i yelled at him. he yelled back. we had a full-on toddler-style meltdown. communication is hard here. also, the wifi is spotty. i tried streaming a video of a cat and it kept buffering. imagine my disappointment.

i saw an old vibe poster at a dive bar that said "fullenite: where the past is literally buried under trash." not a catchy slogan. i felt that. the streets are full of stuff. broken statues. old bikes. a dented car parked like it’s been there since 1992. it’s beautiful. also a full-on hazard.

i tried to ask a woman in a vintage dress where the best place to eat was. she looked at me like i’d asked about the meaning of life. turned out she was just passing through. but she did tell me there’s this place called the forgotten fork that’s like a floating stall but somehow has better empanadas than anywhere else. i heard that from a drunk person. maybe it’s true. maybe it’s a hallucination. who knows?

the maps app says i’m near this place called paseo de la vida. i don’t know if that’s a real thing. probably not. but i’ll walk there anyway. if you’re coming here, don’t trust the signs. they’re all wrong. i heard locals say the best way to get lost is actually the best way to find something cool. sounds like a trap. but maybe it’s real.

i took three pictures of the same dumpster. one has pigeons. one has a missing wheel. one has a haunting. the fullest one is probably the haunting one. i don’t know. i’m tired. my brain is a dumpster.

here’s where i am:


if you’re a foodie, there’s also this podcast called soups and madness that’s about cooking in fullenite. hosted by a guy who sounds like he’s always got a cold. the reviews say it’s "weirdly comforting." i don’t know what that means. maybe it’s accurate. maybe it’s a lie. either way, it’s on spotify. you should listen to it. also be careful. apparently the episodes get darker after episode 7. yeah. listen to episode 6. good luck.

tags: travel, fullenite, messy, human, vibe

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About the author: Sebastian Blair

Writing with intent and a dash of humor.

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