When nature is free.

When I sit in a place where nature is, how can I say, well, free to be natural,
I don't desire to read the breaking news,
I don't desire to do a work,
I don't desire to be productive, no.
It's strange feeling, my friend, to feel no desire to be distracted.
But distracted from what?

The attention merchants grew, and now they can harvest on an industrial scale. Nothing is left for me.
Who am I?

When I look at a weed waggle or fern stand proud,
when I hear a stream rushing away, its noise like a fractal that its details are impossible to get hold of,
when I see the sunlight split into patches of yellow light that affirms life; travelled 8 minutes, from the source, to give energy to few metres of life, diluting, bursting, in to the play of shades, giving hope here on the bottom of the forest.

It is the strangest feeling not to desire, but simply be.

As if nature that is permitted to live freely, gives it back - it encourages to be free.

But capitalism, in its last breath, whisper I'm an extremist, inappropriate, now is time to contribute to the new technology that will free the one percent. Will the technology rubbing against what’s human - the new friction - will heat the world up even more ? This time, I hope, it'll burn the cancer down.

As I was saying, when I sit on the moss, on the ground that has not been designed or planned, I feel nothing here itches to be productive in a way the cancer structures are.
They tell me, though, without a doubt, I must be competitive, employable, better than yesterday – I need to optimise myself, be a robot, be for them

or die.

Wait, I need to do something.

I'm back. I took my shoes off and pulled my socks, and left them unwanted on the ground, and walked into the stream. I watched bubbles flowing around my legs. On the fern, to my left, sat down a dragonfly, silver-blue like an oxidised steel. The stream here is clean, I could drink it, though my dog made it murky. Flows from the mountains, you know, nobody designed that, it happened, can you believe that?
When you listen the capitalists talk the profit margins, the hard work, the property ladders, a clean stream nobody owns, nobody profits from is like the most radical idea.