It's strange how quick the world can shift, considerable mixed feelings about even documenting life. Redundant screen burn, a connection, a hand, distraction. Looking into cars as drivers look into their tiny computer. Walk across the street without looking. Buy organic but drink heavily. Complain about consuming the world's natural resources but start a family. I remember inspiration, but exist in a shit-hole loop, a city expanding while being consumed. Staring at the wall today I thought of fresh snow; silence, and the smell of evergreen trees. Maybe in the end we're all seeking nothing, an activity, movement pure and immersive. So we work toward freedom, keep these machines running, stay healthy enough to enjoy what you can. If that fails; make some coffee and find some fresh socks.
Eventually his tire had other ideas...
Why not..?
