Dark Child
He was quite confident with the decision he made on the cabin. It was small, settled into the densest nook of the woods, had running water, electricity (most of the time), and a village near enough to sell his catch of the day when he needed cash. The brick was overrun with moss, and yes most of the doors and windows were falling apart, but he needed something to fill his days anyways. He could easily see himself spending his time by the brook for hours on end, reeling in the bountiful trout and the sounds of hammering and brush strokes narrating his days. Hm. Spending time. It is certainly a currency, and it's one he has gambled and found himself in debt with. This was a way to burn through even more of it, but at least this time he was in nature and pandering around with his own mind and earth’s fruits.