In the Desert
BY STEPHEN CRANE
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
Sometimes I think about how much electricity you really need 🔌, LED lights draw basically no fucking power, every cool piece of technology has been compressed into handheld size, mostly utilizing DC power..
A solar slug.
With a small enough dream, you could construct a life containing all the things you love , with minimal attachment to the group.
What else is there really?
Shelter, water,food.
Man cannot live off bread alone but the older I get.. slavery. It’s how it goes and there’s a granite block on your chest as soon as you open your eyes in the morning.
So far removed from the genetic memory of holding a tool and feeling dirt underneath your bare feet. No time for that. Gotta long onto my banking app, check my Bitcoin,keep an eye on someone who is naive and incapable of navigating this mean ole’ world.
Tick tock mother fucker.
Time is the hamster wheel,you dumb cunt.
dawn 