Good god do i hate living in the city. Especially this far in. Its nuts. It seriously is. People here are insane and being that this is the south, they don’t want to just let you alone with your own thoughts. No. They have to talk you up about any old BS that crosses their Rx-Infected mind. Pray you don’t have ink showing, total nutjob icebreaker there. “What’s that mean?” Point to your skin, or even reach out and try and grab it. People here are insane and they want to infect you with their insanity. See the earbuds I’m wearing? That means I’m not interested in engaging with society, now kindly fuck your question off down the road. None of my change is spare, none of my ink is up for your random boggle.
Just leave us the hell alone.
I never thought I would think or say this, though now its becoming a mantra:
“I miss living in the country. I long for living in the country.”
7 years give or take. And though it was limited and simple in terms of work, economy and activities. It was peaceful. And for the most part the religiousity was overt but never overbearing. Folks just wanting to get by in their own peace.
Lately we have talked about what I call “the outskirts”. No, I realize that I did not come up with this term, but I have taken it and its definition to refer to what I see in the future in regards to the suburban decline. Population movements in the country are pointing to massive urban migration with the suburbs losing growth steadily. This leaves the prospect of rural “ghost towns”, set on the nexus between the “rural” and the “urban” areas. Something like that is what I dream of.
The concrete wastes slowly being retaken by decline and disrepair. Something deserted and desolate. Where peace and solitude can be sought. Attained.
One day.
