Jumping into the vehicle and then jumping out. That is all I want. I am usually too stoned to drive. Everything I own fits into this one bag. It sits on my lap in the backseat of the car. While traveling. And I mean everything is in here. You have to be kinda ruthless to do it. But it’s freeing in ways you could never have anticipated. Your infrastructures become something less than a sanctuary. I do not want to live in a sanctuary. I am able to avoid lots of things like lines of other human beings. I don’t wait well. This has nothing to do with either the earth or the environment. I am not a person who worries about the environment because the environment comes with people — people always, always fuck it up — and it is way too late for the environment or the earth and environmentalists do not want to hear that. But it is too late for the earth. It’s already ruined. Wake up. One bag. That is all you need. I am not a purple people person because I usually can’t stand to be around them for any length of time. And the rats are known to only rarely leave the nest in the attic of the house and the mewing baby rats are safe until the bullsnake comes and the bullsnake always comes.