WHERE THE PAVEMENT ENDS

Where the pavement ends I have a home. It's a place where time means nothing. Where trees are my closest neighbors. Where rain and rock conspire to make waterfalls. Where animals are my equals. Where moss gives advice. I will not pine after civilization. I will not miss the rat-race. I will shed a tear for those who are still there and say a prayer for the happiness of those who've forgotten it even exists. To you my world isn't even a dream, less than a bygone thought blown away in the wind. My bones will grow a forest. To speak in the language of mud and ice. To write novels in dead leaves. To know what can't be known, without trying. The whole modern franchise is a fast-food, slow-death hell. I didn't make these rules up, I just refuse to live by them. Luckily, there are still cracks in the concrete, wild places where ferns hold court. There true civilization reigns, where the pavement ends...