While planting for the second time, all alone in the woods with a bunch of people you are forced to get to know on a really intimate level lickity split, because minds cannot handle bullshit when you are direct beside people for weeks on end every minute of everyday doing inane repetitive work�ahhh.
Something happens. You go wild, bush wild. You get all dirty and hairy and super in shape till someone could crack coconuts on your bum and your mind starts getting funny. It is a strange sort of stir craziness, but not in the city and not in a cabin, but actually you run around all over northern BC seeing wildlife sweating, making money, pissing it up on the weekends etc.
Imagine going so fast that your legs feel like they're not on the ground and all you hear is wind and feel g-forces lightly pounding your torso and you can kinda hear and taste you heart�mouth runs dry�and everything is moving so fast it's like a blur only you stop and the adrenalin is pumping through your body and endorphins are released�you get high, and if you have never ran in this place before, you end up somewhere completely different. This is what it is like to run.
So up in the bush, food tastes so much better and your conversations are totally different than the ones you would have with, say work friends. You don't shower for a week and you sit by a fire every night. You hang out in towns called towns called Topley and Houston for fun. Everyday at 4 o'clock you scream 'fuck' at the top of your lungs. And maybe see a sunset with the echo of 20 wolves and then you're�
So up in the jungle you're some rich tourist. You annoy people and they think you are stark raving mad, but running You run from ouragutans, you get fat off the best vegetarian food you�ve ever had. You never exercise. You buy countless bottles of water and throw the bottles on the ground all the time. You do culturally innaproriate things. You hitchhike like crazy everywhere even though you can pay for a bus. You stay away from women at all costs and sleep with men. You have friends for a maximum of 3-4 days and then you never talk to these people again and then you�re�
So in the city you go for coffee, smoke pot, work a day job, bike, see the family, take trips to the coast, go to movies on a daily basis, get drunk in bars, go to steams, drop by and see friends, go to a variety of political meetings etc. You are known by a number of people and swing with that persona. You dance in public. Eat buck a slice 3 times a week. You go on Urban adventures and go to the beach on the weekend.
When you run, you become a different person. Kinda of like how you are different when you speak a language, but you are really different. People would not know the you that exists in one place or another. And this isn�t a necessarily bad thing. Part of the message of anthropology and post-modern thought is the need to understand what it is like to be someone else. Not �what would you do in Hitler�s shoes� but instead �what the fuck was going through the mind of Hitler that would make him who he was.� And when you become someone or something different, you don�t change from A to B, you add. You become more. This was a goal of mine in acting that totally failed. I could never become the psychopath; the cowboy hick; the rascist; the industrial worker; the mentally challenged villager. I could try to imitate them only and without success. But running you actually absorb information or assimilate pieces and personalities of people that you try not to forget like your parents who forget that they to were not understood by their parents and they too did things that their parents thought were unbelievably fucking rude and insane�
Imagine an edition to the den. A new room attached to the side of the house. A jet engine on the back of the car. A rare collection of African art on the wall of the rompus room.
When you�re running, something funny happens. You don�t get old as fast. I mean you always look in the mirror and go �Zoincks, Swhaggy, Wha Whappened twho Scwoobey Doobey Doo?� but you always feel young. I always feel like the years aren�t getting shorter but instead longer. I keep looking at the calendar and waiting for my birthday to come because when I look back on the year since the last one, I can�t believe that it hasn�t been a year yet. The days get so jammed packed with experience, you don�t notice that it�s only been a day��reminding you that a lot can happen in 24 hours��
And everytime its something completely different, the change gets exponential. I don�t mean Vancouver to Kamloops from coffee bar job to restaurant job, I�m thinking dramatic and grandiose, like Vancouver and coffee bar to boat trip to Antarctica and biking from the Southern tip of Argentina to fruit picking in Brazil.
Got to keep running, but...
So I stood up
I let my free-form flow free
Said you're gunna get some
Before you knock'in out me
I don't sweat it
I let the bullshit flow in the breeze
In other words, just the breeze, yeah
Can't keep running away.