Countryside

I wrote another lengthy piece a couple of days ago, but as usual I was logged out after trying to post it. All gone.

As usual, I dont feel like saying much after putting a lot into something I already tried to post.

Life does go on. Even after death. Those still living keep on plugging their wares and the clocks keep a ticking. Ive thought recently about just giving up all that Im doing and buying a farm. I wouldnt mind giving it a try. William Burroughs is one of my inspirations and he gave it a go. He failed miserably. But I wouldnt mind just giving it a go out here. The countryside is so beautiful and the city so dour. Why the fuck do these people congregate in their millions for these sky rise suicide blocks and traffic jams? So miserable. The young deserted the countryside long ago. Just old farmers working their land. Im seriously thinking about it.

Ive lost my mojo somewhat. The death of my father in law, stress over my essay, a feeling of chronic disconnection. Im kind of looking for something but dont know what. My niche in life I guess.