I wake, decently rested, before the dawn, before four.<\/p>\n
There’s an image in my mind of a day spent downtown, some open ground with casual access to a public, to both sun and shelter. I don’t seek out converts. I let my signage speak silently, while I write. It happens a few blocks from the co-op, across from the community radio station, underneath the cottage business in a strip mall that used to be the downtown Chevy dealership time out of mind. <\/p>\n
There was a guy I watched in Albuquerque when I worked and lived around the Uni. <\/p>\n
He was a militant nudist, always wearing the bare minimum for clothes, his bicycle and its trailer always festooned with placards about gay rights, vegetarianism, and various elaborations on a kind of Thoreauvian socialism. The one time I spoke to him he told me that he rented a room in somebody’s house a few blocks away. His was a low-impact life based on a well-considered orthodoxy. He was living his own true self. <\/p>\n
My vision for my own life in waking was something of the same kind, only more given to subtlety, and grounded in the land I do now own, whether property-owning is consonant with my values or not. <\/p>\n
A vintage stylishness to the clothes. Meat, in moderation. A ripe hetero connection too. <\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Earlier than ABQ, in a broken time in the Hell Valley, there was another trope man. This one was clearly an aging trust fund baby and he’d given his life to the bottle instead of a vision. He rode a bike too. He’s the example of how not to do it. <\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
There’s a night vision version too. Little Toad Creek for one drink maybe. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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