Bad tides
Supposedly the tiredness from exercise is a good kind of tiredness. It certainly is good to feel that I can lie on the bed and relax my body but there is an edge of unwellness that is creeping up the back of my throat with scratchy tickles and the portend of bad things to come. Will bad things come?
What is this free market consumer culture, what is the antidote for this life, will my little protest of not eating meat make any difference to anyone? It is nothing more than the basic supposition that it takes a big bucket of earth to grow my year's bean, or of field of dirt to feed the cow slaughtered for me dinners. I'm not sure where battery chickens or prawns fit into this supposition.
