BUT LIFE ISN’T ON PAPER
Im in San Francisco and now more than ever it feels like Im in the belly of the beast. This of course is due to a change in perspective. But wow.
It’s 12/18/09 at 4:30 AM and Im standing in my own universe of clarity. The more I seek the more I learn. When Im alone, knowing everyone I love is asleep, my mind changes. It turns on. Everything is right, my thoughts and my opinion. Me. Solitude and silence are blissful objects. I am here, the factories of society are all around me. I cant escape this world I do not agree with. Materials, fast moments and decisions.
Today was spent driving around consuming. It started with a 4 hour expedition to find a mattress toper then ended with fast food. I’ll add it was In and Out but still, it was American beef. After my long day of economic stimulation I went to work in the sweat shop. A mega retail store with enough fabric in it to clothe the slums of Africa. With each garment selling at $65 and an average holiday bill of $300, I stood there and rang up an estimated $10,000 or more worth of junk. On my break I consumed a sandwich with meat and produce fresh from plastic wrap. My closing hours were spent picking up and straightening everyones mess till 3 AM. Just another working man, for minimum wage.