Two weeks by the countryside is enough to make anyone accustomed to the modern days of living with toilets, decent channels on the tv and warm food to produce wordless sounds and stop running from sunlight. Good old concrete city, how I've missed you. All this facination with wilderness around us, going back to nature and living like our ancestors is - no joke - not that big of a deal. I'm too young to appreciate the raw, untamed nature roaring at me as I fight my way through mosquito and flies in search of shelter. With time, and patience stacked on patience, I'll probably overcome sunbathing, open oceans, wildlife and freedom and learn to accept them as natural parts of life. But not by sitting in my tiny box writing boring columns for the world to piss on. I didnt have a point when I started writing and the two minutes it took to come here hasnt brought forward any further enlightment to mind, so I'll stop here and state the obvious: nature something something very something something doh.
(subliminal message: YOU LOVE THE NATURE YOU LOVE BEING OUT IN THE WILD YOU LOVE SUNLIGHT AND FRESH OCEANS DASHING OVER YOUR FACE YOU LOVE ANIMALS GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY YOU LOVE THE NATURE)
That's my summer, how's yours?
Edit: not much worth of reading, just not in the mood today, fiest on the scraps and await my main course.