scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

10.1.08

priorities

time is a luxury. something to indulge in, to bask in, like a bubble bath. or like M's fair-trade-organic-hundred-percent orange juice. (Note, please, that fair trade organic orange juice is an entirely alien concept; orange juice naturally comes from Florida, and the idea of Florida being in another country is just too bizarre for words, even after being here for a year.) Being in another country, a luxury. Part-time work, a luxury. Organic-hundred-percent orange juice to begin with, a luxury. The ability to purchase eco-friendly things according to some gerrymandered moral code, also a luxury. Being well-informed, college educated, able to read, a luxury. Finding charities we like and giving them money, a luxury. E has her own room, a luxury.

If we were spending money like water we'd be taking up a great deal more than our share of the planet: and, still, i'd need two planets plus a bit if everyone lived like me. Not proud of that. but still, it's better: i like not being in debt. i like not having a car, eating less meat, wanting less stuff. i like knowing my broccoly comes from Italy, right next door, and all my green peppers and taters (mmm, taters) are Austrian. (mmm, taters.)

wait. no. i need to restate that. Wodka ist ein Luxus, wir haben. Caviar ist ein Luxus, wir haben. Zeit ist nicht.

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scrawled @ 17:48