So...in five dull years, off on one's whoop whoop "I'm free! .." vanlife....
A word i decry almost as much as radical shamaniac mindful on nothing at all about anyone else except the 'self' and what supplements or detoxes might keep it supposedly tuned up and even functional - which is as boring as it gets.
Five years ago, up permanently into the hills, at first; and then the knowings, that it's all hopeless up here...
And in five years I've only hear one interesting line that may indeed have been hopeful... " I don't need you to fix it..... if I have a bag of the right tools I can learn to do it myself..."
Which even if a better line than anything that Minnie could have warbled at the top of hers.... is sort of sad in that THE one thing that being a rural person is, or was....in 'modernity' - which did begin some decades back even if it went into reverse.. along with the rotten hulls dragged out of the smelly creek, unloved and unfixed, in time, which is before the rot sets in...
Sad because woman and man toiling together under the drying sun is a splendid thing and the only actually mindful thing I have ever spied from a distance, and just occasionally managed to grab her by her hems...
even if real country lasses know that skirts are rather impractical... and we really should have evolved out of themtoo, by now...
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even if it crosses free speech lines and would get me hunted down, if they actually ever did read or listen thoughtfully, without distraction, and heard
