for some reason, wandering through this town reminds me of the place i left. it's amazing that they have been here...that they were able to reach this place. it's obvious by what was left behind that they couldn't stay long. this morning i found an old grocery store with unopened cans of food. i ate well today. the peaches were quite good and i found 17 boxes of the old school saltine crackers. i made a small fire and enjoyed soup and crackers. later on, i came across an old collective intelligence museum. either they never discovered this site or they left it untouched assuming that all of the reality mining that was being stored was so outdated that the information would not be of use anymore. it seemed pretty random to me..files of people's histories consisted mainly of credit card purchases, computer correspondances, cell phone dialogues, and financials. so many similarities regardless of class or political affiliation. what they didn't keep track of well is what would have been the most interesting. sometimes i wish that no mans land was without history..that every bit of this land was fresh and untouched. but i would probably sometimes miss all of that history..i would miss wondering about other realities. sometimes remaining open to scars can lead to some pretty interesting stories. still, it's really beautiful here. quiet. i like that.
