Below the Radar

beneath the wind that blows the schemes & the mundane reality of which most breathe, there lies a place just below the radar--- here one makes decisions for themselves as a representative of one in a disposable world as a witness to all & yet undocumented as having spent one moment on this planet rotting away with the rest--- a ride out into the desert, a walk into the woods, a jaunt down the dark side street, time spent in an abandoned dwelling, away from phones, away from cameras, away from conversations that doodle about celebrities & consumption-minded popular culture--- here is where the grit is found, where a modicum of justice can be lived throughout the day, by way of a process of freedom that is constantly being worked on & constantly being set forth amidst a zillion motives to end it--- answering to no one but the survival instinct & rumbling through the changes in seasons, individuals who dare to, know the rewards that can be reaped, for they bear no price & they bear no possibility of sale--- this unique change is orchestrated from within.