HUNTER GATHERER
"Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter gatherer sense of the word?" ~Tyler Durden
last weekend, as i sat around the chest high flames of our campfire, life seemed so stripped down. just brass tacks. four of us in the woods and for three days, we had no jobs. no families. no bills.
its a feeling of living simply to live. its the antithesis of the beaten down routine of normal day to day life. its escape from the talk of celebrity gossip, and television, and the highs and lows of consumerism. without that, when all the mass advertising and entertainment around every corner is taken away, you get to the heart of matters. its like being in a foreign country and not knowing the native tongue well. you stop caring about trivialities. luxuries become apparent and unnecessary.
maybe there's still a little primordial ooze deep inside me beaming with pride. for building fire from nothing. for cooking food over open flames & keeping warm in the chill of the night. for sleeping on the uneven terrain with little more than a sleeping bag separating my body from the leaves, twigs and dirt of the earth below. for clearing my mind in a hypnotic, fire induced trance. for bringing perspective back into focus. for reminding me of my youth. for becoming unhindered, without obligation or distraction. for balancing everything on center.
i am jack's primitive footprint.
the ooze inside me would smile if it could.
its a feeling of living simply to live. its the antithesis of the beaten down routine of normal day to day life. its escape from the talk of celebrity gossip, and television, and the highs and lows of consumerism. without that, when all the mass advertising and entertainment around every corner is taken away, you get to the heart of matters. its like being in a foreign country and not knowing the native tongue well. you stop caring about trivialities. luxuries become apparent and unnecessary.
maybe there's still a little primordial ooze deep inside me beaming with pride. for building fire from nothing. for cooking food over open flames & keeping warm in the chill of the night. for sleeping on the uneven terrain with little more than a sleeping bag separating my body from the leaves, twigs and dirt of the earth below. for clearing my mind in a hypnotic, fire induced trance. for bringing perspective back into focus. for reminding me of my youth. for becoming unhindered, without obligation or distraction. for balancing everything on center.
i am jack's primitive footprint.
the ooze inside me would smile if it could.
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2 comments:
You are supposed to move the twigs out of the way before you put your sleeping bag down.... and I'll bet you used matches for the campfire.
; ) How have you been creature of the forest? There is no one interesting to bother when I am bored at work. M.K.
my mind just turns off. your are right, the bills,work,wawa,the mailbox, and the fucking phone no more.it is not just about the sights"NOT REALLY ANY THEIR" it is just the feeling of kicking your Social Security Number right is the dick.we need to join that life again soon.
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