Voluntary unemployment_ 01.
Even getting up, washing, and dressing to leave is hard —
could I really take a bike out into the streets?
Buying a car just to haul a trailer — is that even the right way to run this thing?
// Wait — is what I should be worrying about really the viability of the bike?
// Isn't it the way I'm supposed to live?
// I could fall into a weird corner from a strange angle. I need to be careful.
Do I want to shout "good morning" at commuters in the middle of their morning meltdown?
If so — am I even saying "good morning" to myself?
Nothing. I don't know. What if this really goes wrong.
If what I ultimately want is a lifestyle,
then the things I think I "need" are, in fact, nothing at all.
I need a survey — where major office workers live, where people at each income level live, the lifestyle patterns by district.
Why does it feel like it won't work in every direction, and yet I still wish it would.
Bella sometimes tells me it's intellectual vanity.
What am I even trying to do?
Everyone on their smartphones, frowning, shoving people aside on purpose, always running in the subway —
psychology, compassion, the essence and nature of being human, delivering a message, the start of a day.
What is there that I can do alone, without borrowing an organization's strength?
Cupping. Collecting LPs and spinning them for people.
