the forest. not burning. the forested mountains, trains and furrys. not just humans dressing up as other creatures, but nature itself, without humans crowding it out. odd little innovative shelter and infrastructure, engineered to minimise its biological and visual impact. the dust of red clay, the gray of granite rocks, the smell of pine needles on a gentle breeze, the green of new growth in springtime. a place to build more physical models in miniature of the kind of world i've built in my mind. certain tools with which to "play" creatively. 3d printers, laser/plasma cutter, small form factor milling machine. (any place to put a full sized one would be amazing, though learning to use it safely at may age is kind of uncertain) really just a place where i could create things without having to worry about the money aspects of having to own one. or if that could be a done deal to where i wouldn't have to that way. riding through the back woods on the kind of little trains that don't burn anything that i imagine and exist in my dreams. some of the fx things in my dreams being in that real world as it would be. lots of things like that. even extra terrestrial friends and seeing their technologies in complete real absolute detail in this world. i hanker for a lot of things, and settle, mostly settle, for what of them i can get.
this reminds me of the song "i'd rather be sailing". that i don't remember where i got it but probably made by someone of fur affinity.
To be able to go away on holiday in a nice hotel in the sun and be served delicious food to eat with my friend(s).