Hunt and Gather

Crave the past, resent the present, dread the future. Caught in a time warp, frightened of letting go. Alert, tense, a little dazed. On the lookout for pain. In weariness – tension and tiredness – hope for some release, for some peace in solitude. But the outside – the dead materialistic world – intrudes, breaks in, discards routine and inserts convenience. A human worker ant or bee will pick and pack and deliver goods to me since I cannot now hunt and gather.

Picture credit: Supermarket, 1997, Tetsuya Ishida (source: WikiArt).

Written September 2023.