friday confessional
When I see large quantities of timber in transit I have overwhelming urges to flip off the person driving the load. Like the train I saw today on my way to lunch. It carried loads and loads of trees, what looked like the last of them. It was murder.
I forget that I live in a house that is made of wood, like the vegan wearing leather biker boots. I forget that the driver isn't the person who cut down the trees. I forget that the economy is really bad, so some people have to take any job they can get.
And after all that forgetfulness, I still like to think that I would never compromise my values or exploit the earth just to get a paycheck.
I forget that I live in a house that is made of wood, like the vegan wearing leather biker boots. I forget that the driver isn't the person who cut down the trees. I forget that the economy is really bad, so some people have to take any job they can get.
And after all that forgetfulness, I still like to think that I would never compromise my values or exploit the earth just to get a paycheck.
posted by geeekgirl at 2:21 PM
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