Hundreds of miles traveled and not once did I see a
hitchhiker. It is summer time too.
Those days, I know are long gone. Spoiled by fear
and distrust of strangers. A location in Kapital that puts us at
odds with each other, because that way we are more efficient. It has
not always been like this.
It changed for me sometime
I suppose in the 1970's. A vehicle pretended to stop. When I
reached it, they pulled away. Young rich folk in a car that
probably was not theirs. And already by this time I had made those
commitments to always stop if ever I, one day, was in a position
Three days at an intersection, does that
to the mind. Creates a promise, an 'if only'. Then when we are
strong and powerful we understand the necessity of lessons learned and
all those little things we think we know, which we in our turn decide to place as a burden
upon others. Either that or we keep them secret, so that others might
not benefit from knowledge.
Oh, you can read the coloring book, but
knowledge you have to pay for. If it were not this way the world of
people would be different.