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author | luxagraf <sng@luxagraf.net> | 2023-04-27 07:30:52 -0500 |
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committer | luxagraf <sng@luxagraf.net> | 2023-04-27 07:30:52 -0500 |
commit | 5a60ce03e5a420a2d2f94743c511bb39eeb2455a (patch) | |
tree | bd898febb572f8c24353eb2a7b8e5c1a1285b283 | |
parent | 687f021a58f366e61f7ba089ad13187357788649 (diff) |
jrnl: added the beginning of big lagoon post
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diff --git a/scratch.txt b/scratch.txt index 21f2c50..f952559 100644 --- a/scratch.txt +++ b/scratch.txt @@ -205,6 +205,20 @@ People have forgotten how important the sun is. You can die from lack of sun. Every little withdrawl you can make, not only resists the system, but empowers you. Yes even tiny acts like paying cash to a person rather than swiping your implant at the self checkout screen. +## Bus Work + +I was scraping the windows one afternoon. It was hot and humid, the Florida sun can feel like a heat lamp in a kitchen, relentless, baking. I was sweating and scraping and the old sealant was warm so it was gummy and not coming off the way it does in cooler weather and I was hot and frustrated and mad and feeling like I'd rather be at the beach and why was I doing this anyway and my daughter walked by and said that's out window. We share it (meaning her and her twin sister). She pointed to the pane that is behind her head and the pane that is behind her sister's head and then she walked off. And I stood there for a minute and thought right, that's why I am doing this, to keep my family warm and dry. + +That's really the only job there is in life -- making sure my wife and kids have a warm, dry, safe place in the world. Strip away all the pretensions of culture and what's left? We make shelters and feed our family and friends, maybe even strangers. That's what all creatures do, each in their own way. + + +### night sounds + +walking in the evenings whipoorwills echo on all sides, the spring peepers croak and creak in the reeds. A warm soft wind puffs a sigh of coolness, here and there through the trees I catch a glimmery flicker of flames from a campfire. + +The window tracks + + ## Fire, cooking with fire |