Abandoned pillow cases sit on an embankment, probably offloaded in darkness. Dumped by someone too lazy to access a civic amenity. Far from ignorant, far from foolish. An expertise in Shortcuts, its a strong belief but non accusational. If it simply is, then why is it inevitable?
No ordinary serialised stupidity. An uncaring act, with ease of repetition in everyday language and apparently of help to someone.
People buy things, to buy into them, buys into their time. Interactions of exchange. They push to amass and gather things, to fill spaces with them, build more cupboards. Accumulating items, debt and conversation rights, forces for bragging, attention seeking, swelling pretentions.
In summary, an assembly of multiple possessions to bloat velvet ego’s.
But reducing things in honour of less feels better. Simpler and brief therapy, seperates need and wants. Secure a place, a role apprenticing a Rag and Bone person.
Essentialism, a break through free of any divine intervention. People, removed from cupboards and screens in favour of outdoors, freedom of running and walking, advancing autonomy and self will.
Less, is more open to Rockpools. Investing time in woods, beaches, gardens, calming energy. Shedding vanity in wildness.
Simplification is an ambition, a practice validated in monies cost of labour versus exchange. Reject mindless consumption, step off that commercial machine, step aside, step away from well lubricated tracks of productivity. Drive a push for inertia of profit and eradicate exploitation.
Prime for slowness, nurture endurance, practice a determined creativity. A creative force and quietly be, poised in your venture towards maturity.
Then there s that man in front.
Hood up, smoking and spluttering. What is it with this loud exhale after every sip of his steaming hot beverage? A laboured sigh seeking attention and all for what?
What is this display? Enough, temper annoyance, turn and leave.
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