The Great

Shifty...can't sit still, on the edge of utter madness. No ergonomic-form-fitting-adjustable anything could comfort the ass or ease the mind, the soul, the muscles, the drive, the drive to move, to be outside, stare at the air and dive into the stillness, the openness that is open air. Outside, that's what I am talking about, the outdoors, The Great, more than great, there are no words to describe it......all you can do is be silent, breath; light, shadows, wind, heartbeat; then scream at the top of your lungs and run. Running isn't a proper description, you're an animal, animals don't run, they move, they flow, they glide, they glissade, they leap. Eyes squinted, the sun is bright, "haven't seen you in awhile"; tiny slits that replace the fully dilated pupils that once were; replace the zombie, replace the glazed over porcelain dumbfoundedness that is. This is wake up time! No time for short nap carpets, digital phosphorescent green grass screen savers, ergonomic-wrist-conforming-finger-appeasing keyboard configuration workstations, pods, printers, page ups, page downs, cubicle cluster-fuck, water cooler droolers. Control-alt-delete can't compete with blue, the deep blue azure of the ocean, pale blue abyss vastness of sky.