The wind outside
I miss sleeping in my van. I live in a van for those (everyone here) who don't know. I have to keep the roof vent open to keep the air from getting stale. But really i keep the vent open for the sound of the wind. The occasional gust that gets down to my skin. The me and the outside connected.
In this house, where i now work and sleep, the air is stale. The walls are thick.
There's no requirement to sleep in this bed, but there is the convenience. I consistently question at what cost convenience is worth. Every scenario seems like people convenience themselves to death.
Mince that garlic by hand, brew your own coffee.
In this house, where i now work and sleep, the air is stale. The walls are thick.
There's no requirement to sleep in this bed, but there is the convenience. I consistently question at what cost convenience is worth. Every scenario seems like people convenience themselves to death.
Mince that garlic by hand, brew your own coffee.