Sunday, July 25, 2010

huts

so i'm riding my bike along mountain road, thinking about the idea of going on a spiritual direction retreat and about my future and how i kind of just want to live like an 18th- or 19th-century homesteader, being simple, doing manual work, and that maybe i should find a job at a living history village or else go live in a hut in Africa or somewhere else, when i come to the top of a hill and find myself face to face with a new stone mcmansion fortress guarded by lions on pillars at the driveway entrace, and i can't help but let out a mournful, frustrated groan -- why do people think they need to live like that? why do they think it's ok? what's wrong with our world?

i kind of want to live in a hut...