Wayward

George Carlin said "all your house is, is just a place to keep your stuff, if you didn't have so much stuff, you wouldn't need a house, you could just walk around all the time", this is what I do as the Turtlemole, and it makes the outside world seems so strange, especially in a big city. I know why, it's a matter of perception of scale, I have a peon's ambulance with a driver's view. Every café I pass is certainly a world of its own, a nexus of familiar customers within walking distance of it. Their job here, their home there, a daily routine of friends and leisures, all against the backdrop of the city, with all its places that they will never see but could see, as if they're in another continent. Millions of people passing by that you won't meet, stories floating in the air, and at night a return back to their cubicle. • And the tourism, such a strange thing. Here I am, arriving for free, and there's all these people from everywhere, paying for their hotel rooms, overprices coffees, something "traditional" to eat, rented bycicles and parking spaces. And so old, how long did they save at whatever ridiculous job they have so they could fly to the French Riviera just to sit with their sunglasses and buy some useless local trinkets for the fridge back home, and being forced to enjoy it, after all, wasn't this why they worked so hard for all that time? A little relaxing vacation. How lovely. • So many places to drop a coin. The freedom of a steady income, to watch your life pass by and your time transmuted into uselessness. At the mention of Saint-Tropez to an aging french writer I met, he dismissed it remembering when it was a mere port town with nothing to see. Probably a bunch of rich businessmen were able to buy all the land for cheap, much cheaper than in an important city, to be able to build places for rich people to deposit their money. Some people have gotten so rich they had to have stuff invented for them so they could spend it on. Anything to prevent the awareness of the fact that you're spending your life working for paper.