I'm serious. I spent all of last week working on at an organic farm up north, and now I've had a week back at the gig...and yeah I was much happier processing chickens and planting vegetables than I am "helping" the community by being part of a large organization.

It's kind of surreal, going back to the life you live after briefly living the life you want. Somehow I've got to bridge the gap between the former and the latter.

Ostensibly my current job is about "serving the community" but really it's just a band-aid on a broken leg/a place for rich people to feel like they're doing some good in the world. I'm sure there are less cynical ways to describe it...but seeing actual restorative justice vs. humanitarian lip-service kind of fucks with you.


So...anyone else feeling some type of existential dilemma?

Anyone else have some experience farming or urban gardening?


"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts..." -The Bard