Slacker ... Everywhere.
Glen ... No it sounds rather nice actually. At least you would be surrounded by intelligent creatures who would not be out to kill you. I see nothing wrong with such an aspiration. When I left my Rural Roots at 18 and went forth into the world ... I drank heavily of "the civilized world" the one that poked fun at "Farm Lads", Country Bumpkins" Ranch Hands" and what was percieved as The UnEnlightened. I was seduced by Rock and Roll, Ballerinas, City Lights, The Eroticism, the rapid pace and all the accoutrements offered. Canada for over half a decade, England, France, Germany, Holland, Belgium, Scotland for over half another. Then New York for a year, Boston for two, Dallas for one and a half, San Francisco for a decade, Brisbane Australia for over another year and back to California ... San Francisco briefly, Sonoma for a Decade and Petaluma for another Decade. Now in Mexico for over yet another Decade.
Somewhere in Australia I lost my Dreams of and want for cities, I felt the urge to "Go Bush" and I am not speaking of voting for any political filth. When i returned to SF I sought an existence filled with natural beauty and tranquility. I found it in Sonoma for many years. But ... the rot of "civilization" came even there with it's bulldozers, money schemes, bandits and filth. Then I became sidetracked and was in Petaluma for another span. I had for want of a better description a "castle" on the river overlooking the Old Town. Yes a woman was involved as always and as many times before I found myself in a huge, cold, lifeless, mouldering place, isolated in the very middle of a teeming city. I threw myself into my Art for solace and discovered many Truths and of course Evils which even I preferred to ignore until then. There was even a bit of the old "Revelation" happening in my little brain.
That is when I decided I could no longer tolerate the ever tightening noose around my neck. The sirens became more and more frequent both day and night. I would sit by my fire in my Lair atop my crumbling rotting castle and look out of my huge round window at lights around. I saw them grow ever closer knowing that it was only a question of time before they would spawn torches moving to rid themselves of "The Vampier" and burn his castle to the ground. I think age does incline one to retreat and perhaps retire to a more peaceful environment but a quick perusal of reality demonstrates quite clearly that what once was is no longer. There is no safe place to go and live out your remaining existence unhindered by the filth of society and what humanity has become.
So I decided I should depart the place, the country once again and go to warmer climes where natural beauty abounds ... flora, fauna and two legged. So I did and thus began my Mexico Adventure which is but the beginning of my Last Sojourn before "The End of Age". There is a magnificent land way Southward into another Hemisphere filled with exotic countries, dangers, pleasures .... possibilities. Even that of losing oneself into obscurity becoming nothing of this dying world and witnessing the Birth of the next without so much of the stench of man. I long ago learned that the greatest reward is to create for yourself and not the coin of the realm. How far shall I be able to go ? That is the good question. The answer remains hidden and unknown and that is the appeal. I am finishing myself with this world and it's Evils. I look towards the next with the eager anticipation I had when I left the place of my Birth. I have been fortunate because simply I am. I have seen many things and some are yet coming but regarded the same. So Glen, the simplicity of pleasure you relate is truly something wonderful and recognized by me as such. But I fear there is yet a long way to travel and have come to appreciate that which Jack London deemed his final resting place in this world. I have been there many times and sat upon it pondering a great many things. I should fancy such an end I think.
Ta Live Well Die Well... sunt enim ultima tempora.
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