Over and Out

I’m removing myself from the crazy shit that’s going on in the world by going totally offline: no email, no website, no social media, no Netflix, you know, the whole shebang. I’ll get back on once there’s a little more normality and sense, so for the time being, this is goodbye.

I’ve always been really passionate about the environment and the only way I could cope with the environmental destruction that was underway the world over, was to disengage from it. I knew the ins and outs of the ills of the world in terms of environmental catastrophe and became down-trodden with the burden of knowing everything I did, but having the power to change it nil. This virus is the same. I’m not passionate about viruses, but I am passionate about my own freedom and autonomy, so I have to get going while the getting is good before I basically get royally fucked. The capacity to disengage is something I have complete control over in this ridiculous bullshit situation, so that’s what I’m doing.

I’ve written this on the wall of my house next to the front door:

I’m excited about disengaging. It’s already given me back the ability to sleep through the night. The extra brain space is going to give me the capacity to be more creative and complete some projects that have been taking a backseat for too long, like my new hiking memoir (One Foot After the Other), my children’s book (Warrigal), and my yet unfinished novel (Don’t Turn Your Back on the Ocean), not to mention playing my banjo, gardening and various handicraft projects that I’ve been making excuses about for too long.

This song is by Green Day, who I’ve got a ticket to see in November. Hopefully the gig will be able to go ahead. I’ve already missed out on Violent Femmes and Hoodoo Gurus due to the clusterfuck we are now living in. Anyway, I’ve changed the words  a bit to reflect my exit from the situation. The original song is called Wake me up When September ends.

Wake me up when this bullshit ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when this bullshit ends
Like our values come to pass
All of it wiped away so fast
Wake me up when this bullshit ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my isolation again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when this bullshit ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when this bullshit ends
Play the music live again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when this bullshit ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my loneliness again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets…
A wild toilet paper. I caught it in my special trap constructed of dental floss, clothes pegs and an old kettle. Surprisingly, they are easily tamed. I think there must be a nest of them around here somewhere. I’ll keep looking. Hopefully I can trap a few more, but I’ll never take more than I need.
Own your own autonomy
You are still in charge of your own life

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