Life, in all its colors; strange, sad, unfathomable, superficial, deep... it's all there. Everybody seems to running so fast, busting their butts to reach something just out of reach; something they don't even know what is... but they keep running.

We can but strive to find our own tribes, even if those are tribes of one. I left Korporate Amerika and the Rat Race a long time ago; one of my best decisions, ever... even as I look at the world from the edge of poverty.