Detached from world news except through word-of-mouth.

Content with the absence of abcessive, infectious noisemakers.

Pulling up carpet and padding.

Scrubbing crud off wood flooring.

[Re/un]decorating.

Figuring out how we’ll stop running from our energy-intensive self-destructive civilisation-building habits.

Should I stop thinking aloud here on this public blog?

Stop connecting the dots?

We can listen to feelgood speechmakers all day long while the big picture keeps tilting futher askew, lost in our all-encompassing life-filling details, creating euphemisms to hide the fact we’re lemmings headed into the sea.

All you want is a place in/on this planet to call your own, though, right?

We want hope.

Some find hope in time-tested rituals and beliefs.

Some days, I read and repeat the words and phrases associated with the rituals and beliefs in order to…what?

Washing bath towels, sending the dirt, grime and soap down invisible pipes to unknown destinations, leaving sewage treatment plant operators to clean up my mess so I can have fresh water to bathe in again, soiling bath towels and cycling back to the rinse-and-repeat process all over again for the very first time.

Lions don’t ask where their traveling smorgasbord comes from.

Nor do squirrels question why some trees produce nuts and not others.

The raccoons in my backyard have gotten used to the cycle of fig fruit growth.

Does mapping a planet with radar change the planet?

I won’t know if our civilisation will collapse in retrospect or just keep flowing along as it always has, adjusting to changing weather conditions and available resources ad infinitum.

We know the more we specialise, the harder the changes we have to make in our comfortable lifestyles deeply established and well-anchored.

Are you a nomad or a root planter?

What am I?