My brain is fat on the comforts.
Bloated on constantly filled desires.
Made lazy by its lack of effort.
It is hard to force oneself to work for
SOMETHING
when a modecome of satisfaction can be filled instantaneously.
WORK
at SOMETHING, dammit.

——-

Comfort and Security.
My dream is to exist outside of society.
Not add to the waste that is never ending consumerism…
though I enjoy information & entertainment. I have
no need for things
ephemeral they are except
for the waste they leave behind.

——-

Travel is an odd state of fear
uncertainty
A bit of hopping in a bobsled
but never seeing the course

Safe travelling is strip malls
and Applebees
Jack n the Box and McDonalds
The comfort, the know what to expect.

I was young. Travelled to Eastern
Europe and had every moment
be a wonderment of
what might happen next…

Return to Frankfurt
found a Wendy’s
and experienced the missing
comfort of knowing what’s coming next

Even though I never eat at Wendy’s.

Comfort, pattern, engrained
rituals and safety.