"...arriving in your own body and arriving in the world with some degree of integrity...."
Truly, and I aren't no snarkey Miss Anne Thrope who has no idea about how fundamental a particle just one atom of integrity is, meaning always, and the law of conservation of energy, or thermos means, there is a consequence to every joule of wasted energy, even if Neruda is wrong and in fact one needs at least three hours to get really into the best of conversations...
Which need to be about what... how
And of course being male one cannot say " i already have it in my own can, and want to share it all the way for collaborative purposes... plural! as one doesn't need to reinvent the wheel if it is so finely balanced that, especially stating to the youngers at the tyre shop, ' I don't need it balancing as i will probably die before it gets rotated onto the front wheel' and of course they don't have the second dimension to their poor flatland minds to appreciate a stoical ironic commentary on life.."
Anyway Missed Bit, THE big one, of the audio, your problem if too distracted with your satnav (never WOULD use one real 'navigation' is much more human) or screens - only used for this sublime Nomadland as it should be - every day NO matter what awaking with a bighteyed smile....no self pity, shame, ok a week lasteryear a sort of sadness at....wasted chances, as she errata them... would have been whom it was for...
Attempting to fully show, with jokes and poo-pan 'moments' exactly how one can firstly let go as we are so fussy about even sheep-flavoured waters, but really its the thing...
That isn't 'beating the system' and knowing that the NAtzi Trust who use strong 'pro' glyphosate on their so called 'sights of special scientific interest to the fucking bees who live there', wasted so much cash on expensive pickup trucks for their valiant teams of uniform - expensive uniformed drones, they havent got any cash left to even enforce a car park ticket the whole of PAstyshire ... which is a saudade back to the glorious past time Henry would have at least accepted as a pleasant deliberate moment or ten saved earning the money to just pay for a parking place at the coast..
But.. the thing, the audio, not quite the best of allegories or metaphor indeed precisely
'allegory vs metaphor vs analogy' = i still don't know which is the best word for useful word-picture, in that case being stuck randomly in the orbit of Pluto, which cold-sinks all ones imagination into the icy surface, and one has no sense at all of how one may get nudged out of that particular orbit back out and above the pesky atmosphere albeit a fairly pathetic one, nevertheless still limits the performance of the solar pannels energising systems that work just fine when one is in open space even if especially in The Source regions or indeed all the South, and Scotland's too full of loony religious dinosaurs so forget there for a game of soldiers...
Yes thats the best word pic, Pluto... stuck.... it is the only 'reality' one lives with it... just about but no sparks...and then a little random bit of human space rubbiosh comes and whacks you just a tad, and one orbitals back out into a tragectory where straight away the onboard battery is immediately plenished and full of energy it was used to not needing as it was just about managing to remain awake, and keep basic life support systems adequately ticking over, on trickle charge
And... its the definition of purest minorly blissy joy... that is sustained for at least a day or two
Even if this recent occasion a double edged sword, dripping with blood money from some violent ballet-dancing nutjob fifty years ago!
Anyway what is the project - to put her words into actual user friendly format even the most moronic screen addict could just take in ...mergolate upon, and maybe even benefit just a tad, by taking in...but i aint stupid i know (and now the 'data' as they love to quote to make them look good rather than finding a way to MAKE their kids read books) fewer do infact maybe most can't any more...
so...what is the 'format' to translate her gorgeousnessiness..into something that makes the ordinary tosspot as i was thirty years ago even twenty...
somehow know, believe, one can indeed get out of the kind of Tolley trap or othersuch fancy-word entirely impracticable unreachable new peak of smarm.. as indeed the only way you get there IS in that black hole - wrong side of the 'event horizon' for at least a few years...
In the meantime as it sure will happen to even youtoo even if you leave it too late and the black hole gobbles you when getting an older-person serious illness diagnosis ... at which point you arent going to know how to 'surf' (god i MUST stop using that word picture, after 2 years seeing only children - often rather elderly ones with fancier wetsuits and fancier action-dsunglasses, bobbing cool-dude, on pieces plastic who wouldnt even know what a real photo was other than some silly 3000 quid adventure pic of some silly wave taken by drone) that event horizon, or indeed tread water whilst the wrong side of it
Which does mean getting your panned shit SO together..
Every morning planning every joule - driving only in daylight as that means there are a few more spare to charge the very old van battery...
To be here, oldphone kept under armpit until it warms up to 10ish...
Every single smallest 'hack' of the 'beast' every morning danced to absolute perfection, so that...one has time to, think. Sometimes...most just coming on autopilot
from years having to live on that event horizon...
And there's only ever one reason one had no choice..
As i think she registered...
And that needs to be...put into pictures, too
