a goose egg


it’s so weird living in America right next to nature. I’m sitting in my house built right above a creek flood plain. I have my modern amenities right here a comfortable bed to sleep in, a heater for winter, a carpeted floor to walk on and most importantly, indoor toilets. at the same time I sit at my window and smell the creek, watch the birds, listen to the terrifying nocturnal sounds of fighting animals in the flood plain ensconced in my comfortable veneer of safety. it feels weird. end of blog.