Hmmm, the tree leaf buds are growing. It makes the tree less stick-like and it’s starting to look more complex. The northern hemisphere of the earth is warming due to the earth’s tilt to the sun around this time. The air is chilly, but the ground is inevitably warm, so the plants are adapting and flourishing. Just in a matter of days, the leaves will come out and the plants will be in full bloom. It doesn’t take much to adapt to warmth and light. Just in a few more days the animals will be out and hopping about more; the bears will stop hibernating; squirrels, done sleeping. They’ll be so happy. They’ll feel alive again and start making offspring. We ourselves lose lives in the winter time by staying indoors.
Life is short for mammals in the north. Like bears for example, if they’re eighty years old, technically they’ve only lived for forty years because half of their lives have been spent hibernating. Damn that’s a lot. If you want to live more, move to a warmer climate. Problem solved. My goal is to live in a warm climate.
Soak it all in, and trap it
Before the sun disappears for the next six months in this desperate place
Worn out and walking around
Trying to open my eyes. All around, there’s the blind leading the blind and chickens with their heads cut off; whatever you want to call them.
I’m caught in a slew of nothingness, or just too many things happening all at once. There’s no fine balance,
but a brutal divide.
Cruel capitalist world for someone whose heart is set on riding a hay wagon. You may think “that’s so 1800s,” but I developed roots from parts of the world that still do that. That’s where my heart is… in the simple things, primitive basic work, hand sewn clothes… and the utter desire to feel human. I wash my hair with rye flour to do that.
But I’m hit with the harsh realities that people have been hit with
During the time of the agricultural revolution
Or the industrial revolution
Or the capitalist sweep and the degradation of everything.
I’m standing still in the moving crowd. The business people are actively, actively seeking to destroy the environment for imaginary money and fast cars. The civilian stomach growls,
waiting to be fed cheese and bacon. Majority of the world sleeps inhaling the comforting scent of synthetic compounds, and the rest of the world is headed there.
In days like these I feel hopeless. Like an ant holding onto a massive leaf. An insect trying to crawl against a landslide…
A drop of sunshine during mid winter.
A handful of crowd against a multi-billion population.
What I have to say is so meaningless.
Nature’s free gift of the north
I could be doing ten billion different things in ten billion different places, but here I am, trying to enjoy the most out of what I have up here
It’s a hard thing to do