There’s minutes and hours that I’m not even here. Autopilot Might be the word , spacial awareness is always green 🍏 just a wandering mind..
Meh,no new thing.
Miles passing under tires , crawling inch by inch on top of rubber. One rotation,maybe 2 feet, 🐾. The head exits the vehicle and follows above like a drone, ,, I’m here, just enough. Just enough to navigate 🤠
Here’s a problem, a real problem.
If you’re a daydreaming fuck, if your head is always processing some sub-task , unrelated to a task at hand ✋✋✋ if your mental wanderings include no goals, no point B, no destination,,,eesh.
You’re kinda just dead in the water. Wind will blow you this way and that, be anchored if you want.. you’re going nowhere. And you don’t even care.
It’s either some extreme mental and emotional illness,, or it’s supreme freedom. I’m not sure.
I like typing shit down though 😁
You can tell the collective IQ of a town by the way shoppers behave in a grocery store. In really dumb towns, they’ll drift out right in front of you. They’ll slow walk when you’re so clearly shopping with purpose. I pass through some places man,, inbred? It must be, to some degree, I’m not trying to be mean,,just thinking.. 🤔
It must be a factor. These people are fucking each other. There’s entire family trees in this place.. weird.
Freaks me out.
I might order some black-out curtains, and foot cream. Wonder if I could get some black-market foot cream on the dark web, some prescription shit, loaded with fentanyl,,
dawn 