What is comfort food?

I sit here, alone and lonely, a prisoner of my subculture, trapped in time…

No reason for me the individual to live, so I hoist a rope over my shoulder and pull an imaginary cart called life with me wherever I go, even when I go nowhere.

A character in the drama of real life.

On a tiny planet, aware that others pretend to be gods because there’s no one but ourselves to prove otherwise.

That, and the perspective that the passage of time provides.

A hermit dragged out of his meditative slumber in order to tell other people’s story in his voice.

Beware the sleeping giant who likes to be left alone.

Otherwise, he may stir up anger to start a war just to reduce the number of people and animals who could interrupt him in the future.

Or organise the hordes of the meek – the under- and unemployed – to do more than bang on the poorly-guarded gates, walls and back doors of the current aristocracy.

Or provoke to violent action the meagre trolls hiding in forums and news article comments.

When cornered, they are what they say.

However, I am tired of hauling storylines around.

My death, like that of my predecessors, draws near.

I have trained no replacement.

Therefore, I cannot guarantee someone will have the message to pass on that reveals the reason for spreading life in this solar system.

Others will pretend it is our manifest destiny, or invoke the “white’s man burden,” and act like prophets.

Vanity is the very reason I wish to remain anonymous, despite temptation, or to spite it.

Better for those after me to operate in silence, whispering to you in your sleep, than let anthropomorphism exist where it does not need to be.

Sweet dreams, daytime or night.

Time for my peaceful, nonproductive, nondestructive, nonsocial nap where I can be whomever I imagine, and not spend a dime supporting the lives of owners hidden behind franchise fees or stock/futures speculation, or buffered by reelection/slush funds.

Don’t worry. You’ll hear from us soon, even if it’s just a remnant of a dream you can barely recall…

I’m moving on, hoping to find a personal life worth writing about.

Or have a heart attack hefting my big body down the street trying.

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