Its hard to state how much i like that picture. (one truth many songs)
Just so its waiting on you when you get back
I had to use Google Translate, being a dumb American. My German teacher insisted my pronunciation was spot on. Only if I remembered any of it.... I speak enough Mexican dialect Spanish, and well enough, to make the other party disappointed when they realize how small my vocabulary is. Its enough to be polite and generally get the job done. I can't count how many conversations I've had, that were a mixture of both, on both ends.
Anyways, considering the context, I was frankly expecting it to be something a lot more nihilistic. So that is encouraging. lol...
Thanks for contextualizing your struggles. It makes me worry less. I know that I am talking to future you. Being that you aren't going to be online for a while. Which is smart and for some people, frankly more impossible than they'd probably like to admit. Only wanting to add, that sometimes its not you. Sometimes its that our current Zeitgeist just really fucking sucks. But what is more subversive than being a decent person in indecent times, by choice?
From the woods of Western Oregon
Also, I found the smart phone I sometimes use for pictures! So... until I lose it or get a better camera, I can post at least as good of pictures, and you don't have to feel like it is 2010! Thaseus, I struggle with technology addiction. Really can't game. It just hits a part of my brain, that I can't control. Zero real interest in the hard stuff, but Fallout.... Where did the months go? Hence, the shitty flip phone pics some days, and hence getting the tech detox.
Also, I kidnapped that one and one of her sisters for a breeding project. The woods are full of them. Its a tough landrace. Where better to start? My idea: An American Damasc, maybe call it "Pseudo-Damasc Americana." With the idea being breeding via subtraction. To arrive at a heterogeneous genepool, with certain selected characteristics. This one was like the Road Kill Skunk, of wild roses. I didn't even have to stop an sniff. I got the idea, leaving "my spot." Knowing that it would be the last time... I saw a really healthy specimen at the entrance and took most of her rosehips. I just wanted to be able to, once relocated, pay homage. Then I noticed some smell A LOT more than others. It got me thinking....
Hope this finds you as a more whole person, one step closer to Jung's "supersanity."
The music is perfect to work to. And because sometimes, ad free and on hand is nice too:
Marconi Union
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