Go to work, send your kids to school

follow fashion, act normal

walk on the pavement, watch T.V

save for your old age, obey the law

repeat after me: I am free.

Can't do it anymore, I look at the "stable" job and all I'm able to see is shackles. Stability at a cost of working a 9-5 with weekends to mingle through all the other suburban zombies as they constantly search for braaiiins (i.e the newest cutest like room ornament from IKEA or that perfect handbag)
Reminiscing about my childhood I'm drawn to memories of the countless road trips in my dad's 1980 Chevy van. A rolling work of decadent 1970's plush unto itself, it boasted sinfully scarlet crushed velvet walls, shag carpeting, and slept two in the bed constructed in the rear. Hours at a time would the Canadian wilderness slide by at 90km/h. I found this video that gave me goosebumps as I realized I've seen virtually every single one of the highway landscapes portrayed.



two weeks ago, en route to my birthday dinner, I was involved in a car accident that left the rear bumper off my car pushing up against the tire, effectively writing it off. I have not been without my own method of transportation for my entire adult life (such as it is.) and it has effectively crippled my freedom. not only do i have to work a "stable" job to pay down my debts, compounding that fracture to my spirits is the loss of my ability to simply escape whenever the whim took me.

The plan in the near future is the kill the debts, save the money, acquire a new vehicle, and then just.....


Drive.