Whew! Heavy enough out?

First, I'll mention: my sister Susie, who is making a graphic novel. Think paranormal. She has the storyboard up.

www.paranon.blogspot.com

Secondly, I've started noticing in myself very contemptuous moments of disgust at decadence. Resources here...they spring up like a dream and then fall so far. For example: An enormous dinner with friends. Ten people, ten sizzling dishes prepared. Not to mention the beer, the peanuts, the cold starters, the soup and the watermelon. After the last few such meals, I've been overwhelmed with the thought of all that EXTRA and where it went when I walked away from it. The walk home takes me through the food stall street, where I kick and slog through the styrofoam, skewer and chicken bone debris under foot.

It's not that I am constantly empathizing for the others in this world that could benefit from that food, though that is a serious problem further down the line of thought. It's more a feeling of drowning in all the excess of this hyper-consumer-driven city that is pervading. Sparsity feels like peace. "Zero is the new black". Pollution is palpable; it actually sits in the clothes and collects in the nostrils and messes with your stomach. Wind doesn't clear it; rain just brings it down to the street and gutters and skin.

I'm really only at the "turn all the lights off when I leave" and "I'll just put on a sweater" phase of changing my lifestyle. Hrm...consumer democracy, go! I believe in you. Work your magicks.

But, um, can you imagine sacrificing toilet paper?