Tivo didn't really know how he got here. He was an aspiring food photographer, yet he was stuck on this plot of land with this in-progress house and he couldn't leave.

He had reentered the cycle he had hoped to escape. Growing up, his family had been under the control of a careless god who seem to be unaware of the flow of time that affected his family. Tivo remembers a time where his mother spent each day writing an email to the god and begged for attention. The god was the only source of medicine, the only source of furniture and food, and the only source of children. What was the worth of money that you couldn't spend? Absolutely nothing. Tivo remembers the time with a heavy heart. Weak and hungry, his parents tried to make sure his siblings and him continued to move forward.

The only salvation was college. Once he reached college age, he would be whisked away to college, a weird place in which time did not move regularly and no one was hungry or tired. He wondered if it was the afterworld, but it wasn't because sometimes, people got called back (and always involuntary). His mother said college was a lottery system. You would become another entry to inherit the homes of your parents or you would be entered in the marriage entry system. He didn't know what scared him more: the void of college with the threat of returning always looming over him or the reality of living on the whims of a forgetful god.

He knew there was an omniscient being watching over him (but only occasionally). He knew from the urges he felt that made him run over to weed the garden, to pick up leaves, to prepare meals, and to clean the floors. He knew from the groceries that would arrive on his kitchen table even though he had no way of buying groceries. He knew from the way he would be be stuck in a repetition at the same piece of furniture trying to figure out what the correct action was expected on him. He knew from how his illnesses would linger until the right medicine would appear in front of him, even though he had already searched through the house for medicine. Furniture and upgrades to the house would appear at random. He hoped that the god watching him was benevolent.

The first night he arrived, the house seemed empty and daunting. He looked around checking out how only three rooms were livable and all others were taped off or boarded up. The yard was overrun with weeds and the socks and wrappers littered the floor within the house. The fridge had some food, but not a lot. Then, he noticed four grocery bags full of organic groceries. He tried to place the groceries into the cupboards and the fridge, but then the overwhelming urge to go outside and weed the yard took him. He couldn't resist and he went to weed the yard until the yard was weedless. Only then, could he return back to the kitchen to put away the groceries.

But once task was complete, the urge to work overwhelmed him. Walking over the kitchen workstation, he began to make food to photograph. While working, Tivo was concerned. Was this going to be his life? Alone, in this home, performing only the actions the god allowed him?