I don't like the progress. I don't like the highways. I don't like the heat. I sat at a friend's under trees and returned home to an oven. Do we really need the comfort of an air conditioner? It seemed easier before.

I don't like the mindless work. I don't like the waste. I don't like the artificial light. I walk outside and feel fresh, alive and well. Do we need the money, the cars, the phones, the garbage? I'm never fresh in a warehouse.

I like to walk. I like to breathe. I like to move where I wish when I wish. It seems pure and natural to be outside. Do we need the trees, the rivers, the air? I'm sick and weak and disconnected from all that I was meant to do and be.

I'm waking up slowly.