As low key as my life has become, it's still more busy than I'd prefer. I really wish I were in a small desert town where I could walk everywhere and where the daily pace of life is SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW. Not going to happen but one can always sigh and dream.
Once the experiment is over, my life should really show down. I am thinking of a "final book" then, if I still have my wits about me, called "Instructions On Dying," my last effort of pissing against the wind in this culture. Well, too far away to make plans. Whatever happens, happens. As the old folk song goes, "I'm a stranger here and merely passing through."
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