|the roadkill squirrel, ready for stewing|
|looking too normal|
|wall made of local willow, clay, grasses|
i harvest rainwater for drinking/cooking/laundry/livestock into salvaged plastic barrels and did not succumb to the desire to figure out plumbing so i could purchase an overpriced and sophisticated looking sink and faucet ensemble.
|freshly made rocket stove. got a grill-like top shortly after|
the clothes i wear, with very few exceptions, have been worn for nearly a decade, or came from thrift stores or other folks' giveaways. i have disavowed most of the products that others consider 'necessary' - deodorant, shampoo, toilet paper, toothpaste, paper towels, glass cleaner, modern medication...
the list goes on. and so, in large part, my life is vastly more simple and direct (in terms of consumption of resources) than most in 'developed' countries.
|processing mink-killed rabbit. rabbit skulls look crazy|
i want my existence to be an act of deference to the world and a challenge to other humans.
|ritual prep, wearing skins and bones. i should look like this way more often.|
i've been learning for years now to talk the talk - my generation is great at that. especially when it involves 'i want...' slowly, now, these past few years, i've been walking the walk. now is the time to run.
to the squirrel bone in my face: you are the humble beginning of my endgame.