I’ve never been to the West, never had a desire… still..
I don’t like seeing places on fire.
(Also don’t like tent cities)
Two symptoms of two different problems.
Man..
What we do and how we do..
We ain’t gonna fix that shit today, is we?
Sympathy though.
If my home were on fire, my little slice of the Earth, my animals and my trees, my neighbors homes and memories and families.
Brutal.
Brutal as a twister or an Earthquake or a flood,,, mankind loses its fucking mind in just a few days.
This book I’m listening to, it’s not well written, the story is interesting but the characters are over the top.
A gamma burst fries the Ozone Layer, trees are burning in the Sunlight and birds are falling out of the sky…
It’s possible..
And maybe I could grow past
“Man will destroy the Earth”
Maybe I won’t blame the need to reproduce…
But I can say in honesty..
That belly.
Yours and mine.
Nothing is ever enough, there is no plateau in which you feel satisfaction, no point when you sit back and survey your empire and say
“Yes”
I’ve done it.
I have accumulated enough.
From thought and hard work.
I…
Have…
Enough…
Doesn’t happen.
We just keep eating, keep taking, keep trashing…
And that’s our nature.
Beavers fuck up their own environments too,,,
Bums me out.
I’m sorry California is on fire.
(Living in a powder keg and giving off sparks…)
Hmm…
I need to point myself at something else…
I am safe, and it’s cold out.
I have the heating pad going for the cat with no tail.
I have a job.
I have fed animals and safe family.
My area is not on fire.
Try to be thankful.
dawn 