Just another po'boy

I have recently discovered a new found appreciation for the conservative life. Really of life without money. Its been a bit difficult but enlightening the past few months.


I've always related to the life of the artist....the starving kind. Desperate only to work on your art. Eating and making money come last. Things that inspire and aid to the creative process are of course welcome: cigarettes, lazy walks and moments to ponder, whiskey. So here I am, penniless. My fridge is home to a few beers, a couple eggs, and random condiments. Although I'm quite far from starving, or finishing one hopeless piece of art. The lack of food and money has definitely opened my eyes to how terribly wasteful I can become. My horoscope tells me "when you stop caring so much about how much money you have among other physical concerns, you are starting to discover an inner harmony that is trying to replace the physical with the spiritual. You must let this grow without killing the part of you that provides sustenance." I like this idea and will definitely try to avoid killing a part of myself.

As most know, there is little we need in life. Food, water, shelter, and social interactions to keep us sane. I am very far from being that starving artist but sometimes dream about what it could be like, maybe even what it will be like. I image living in some ramshackle apartment, a weathered light brown tone throughout the room. Wallpaper falling of the wall. An old iron bed and small dresser as furniture. A view of the the city beyond and the slums below. But overall happy and malnourished.

To bad it'll never be that rough. I live way too privileged a life to end up in that desperate, wonderful scenario. I can still aim for the closest thing. Maybe staying in a crowded, immensely cheap hostel in some far away country and maybe eventually even a small, crappy apartment. These things could be possible still. I could be hard on cash, but I will have a laptop (not the old typewriter I imaged). Someday this all could be true...sooner than you think even. After school, I might just drop everything to lead this dream-driven, humble life, traveling the globe for new adventures. What I really hate is that this whole idea is nearly a mold now, fashioned from of decades of hipsters bragging about themselves. Whatever...it might be an easy mold to fit into, but its one that takes a lot of guts nonetheless.

Enough unedited, ranting for one day. I haven't had much to do lately.