I wonder sometimes if there are people who shed their belongings and simply find ways to wander the world.
No ties to any nation, pedagogy or religion.
Simply walking their way around this Earth and enjoying what it has on offer.
It sounds utopian and dystopian.
It sounds like an idea hatched of fantasy, and yet.
We came from hunter gatherers.
We lived often in migration.
Spending summers in one local and winters in another, following resources and cycles of Earth.
Something deep inside me has always longed to return to what is in my dna, the desire to follow the seasons, to sleep when I am tired and wake when I wake.
To follow my internal rhythms and not an external clock and calendar created by greedy men.
This understanding that the entire thing is a house of cards and totally manufactured at the expense of every living thing also makes me wonder if exiting stage left, no bow to the audience (there never was an audience) just a silent fare thee well. Knowing that maybe next time around it will be less <this> waves hands around.
there has to be something...
