Fun in Babylon

Either opt for a dirty workout on the trails, not just on the weekends, not just during daylight hours. Or, hit up the bars; not just on weekends and also in daylight hours.

Some seek the phone, flashing lights, chatter and loud music as fun in Babylon. Others seek the light of a sunrise and the rustle of leaves; perhaps from a Red Brocket (?)

Why be dirty and hang from a cliff? Why hang out, smoke Popaul and meet new people?

No one really knows, but to each his own.

Just try it! I have tried it, but I must say, I do not enjoy an overpriced Daiquiri! Neither do I enjoy thinking of what to say next.

I do not enjoy pretendeding to be impressed by Mohcehdeez Benz key chain hanging out ah Levi’s. Actually, I have been just a little impressed, because it’s made in Joemarny; I have ting from Joemarny and yeah it definitely is good!

All in all, fun in Babylon seems deenergizing. However, the level of endurance required is quite impressive, even more so than battling some ICE.

In the river you feel alive, on the trails your lungs can burn from the fresh air mixed with the heavy pump; mine bleeds sometimes. But the heart feels full, the boots crunch pebbles and the Bell Bird guides.

Can you get bored? Can you get lonely? I guess you can, even in NYC; Babylon’s Capital!

I can’t, because, in the trenches is where I get my knowledge and learn gratitude, for simple things, like a dry hammock.

Scratches make you feel real; getting drenched in the rain makes you feel real; it reminds you to experience life.

Tian Watson

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