17DEC19

Slow death is a straight line, bordered by fast food restaurants and department stores.

There's no progress made in artificially lighting a place to park and feeling safe under security cameras. All walks of life atrophy with every step against concrete and stained discount carpet. 

Soul and character isn't found here. We're fools to think enlightenment is found on the pavement, amongst the others, all warmed in the glow of fluorescent bulbs. 

Convenience is hell.

Leave it to those who prefer it, and walk into the woods with me.