I had a breakdown today…a moral explosion so to speak, that was mean and uncalled for. I got mad about shopping and the hollow character of city folk — drawn to consumption and materialism and all the stuff money can buy.
This is an interesting subject, because as much as I want to live in the city I fear that hollowness encroaching upon me and my loved ones. After being here for 3 weeks, I’m beginning to feel that slip of self…the hiding of the core, the retreat from artistry.
This is a delicate subject because I’m torn between one life and another, when in reality there is only one life and one person that is me.
It’s not external location but internal direction.