i’m about to go on hiatus in the wilderness, clear my head so to speak. sometimes, i think that’s what will happen to me in the end: after a long absence, someone in the big city will suddenly remember that i existed and ask as to my whereabouts to which much head-scratching and puzzled looks will ensue as the interlocutors try to remember where I was heard from last.
fact of the matter is, at that point, i’ll be whittling a stick into a sharp point with a big knife to skewer some unfortunate fish for dinner on, crouched on the ground, spitting over my shoulder once in a while, a hundred miles north of anything, musket propped up beside me on a rock. i’ll keep my hair in messy braids and wash it only once a month, if that, by accident (not very far removed from my practices now) and wear layers of long, swinging clothing, even when it’s hot, preferably some kind of shawl or sheepskin or something.
there are times, frequently, when i’ll be driving down the LIE or the BQE or the GCP and I’ll look at all the thousands and thousands of cars whizzing by, one person per car, and it blows my mind as to what greedy ass-rapers we are. it just really breaks my heart. in my head, I try to imagine what the same places looked like 100 years ago, and then i just need to lean out the window and vomit on some douchebag’s mustang from massapequa, no stopping it.
i probably just need to get over it, but then this morning I was reading about how we’re withholding 800 million dollars in aid to PAKISTAN’S military, whilst meanwhile, our kids don’t know how to read, probably because they don’t have any books in school. seems bout right.
i was about to say i’ll come back down from the mountains when we’re all done being such a bunch of losers, but i’m pretty sure there just isn’t a statute of limitations on that one that I could hold out hope on, and there are just too many peeps i love around these parts anyway.
i guess veggie burgers are the only answer.
miles to go before I sleep.
Bless you, Mr. Frost.
