FW17, “HOLY–SAVANNAH”

SPEAKING OF ‘THE LIVING, THE DEAD & THE LIVING-DEAD’, I FEEL THEM TOO. IT’S LIKE LIVING WITHIN THREE DIMENSIONS AT ONCE, MY BRAIN IS A DEAD END. I LOOK BACK TO THE CITY I LIVE IN AND REALIZE, THE ME HERE IS TRULY ALIVE.

GOOD MORNING, PANTHERA. THANK YOU FOR THE CHEER-UP. I AM IN THIS ENCHANTING PIECE OF CLOTH. WANDERING. LONE. MERELY A GLANCE OF WIDE WILD GRASS SHOWS UP IN FRONT OF MY CURIOSITY. HERE I AM, TIRED OF NOISE AND COMMOTION IN THE CITY AFTER ALL. LUSH, BUSH.

MASSIVE. PEOPLE ARE LOOKING SO BIZARRELY HERE. THEY SERENADE EACH OTHER OUT OF GLEE & DEVO- TION, WHILE MY EYES WERE THERE BRIDGING THE MIND AND THE SOUL TOGETHER. WONDERING. SO THIS IS HOW THEY SURVIVE..

AS FAR AS I CAN SEE, THEY DO BELIEVE IN THE UNITY. THEY KISS BOTH THE LIVING AND THE DEAD. THEY PRAISE AND BE LOVED BY THE LIVING DEAD. ALL IN ALL. PEOPLE LIVE A GOOD LIFE JUST LIKE THIS, THEIR SPIRIT SAYS IT ALL. NO BOUNDARIES, NO POLITICS, NO CRIMINALS. JUST WILDLIFE. I THANK MY GUTS TO HAD RUN AWAY TO THIS PLACE.

I’LL COME BACK, HOLY-SAVANNAH!

XX, MOTE