My living room

I choose to be a scruffy street mutt. To not be tied down to routine, to have variety, adventures, to keep exploring. I have the freedom to see things in the little corners that others, especially the humans, preoccupied with their full time jobs and mortgages, don't get to see. I see humans all the time, rushing around, haunted by their thoughts, never able to see or appreciate what is actually around them. As well I see their dogs, on their leads, same times, same places, day in, day out.

But still. I feel the need to be connected. To keep exploring is to see things superficially, to never be truly close to anything.  I do sometimes crave to belong in one of these human households, having constant food and hugs and comfort, but feel too suffocated by the thought at the same time.

Modern life is so consumed with staying put. To have a place of abode. To have a routine. When you feel differently you need to lie to get a piece. To be different is to be an outcast.

The Australian Aborigines are a nomadic culture, spiritually connected to the land. Ever since the European settlers took their land, its been filled with buildings, houses, skyscrapers, farms. They are lost: no longer able to feel connected to the ancient spirits, and at the same time rejected by "modernity". The only way get land back from the government, in the European way, is to somehow prove that their ancestors have always settled in a piece of land. For some of the more nomadic tribes, this has obviously proved impossible.

In Europe, the Roma have always been an outcast society. The "Gypsys", the "Travellers".

What to do. Maybe that's why the background of my website is a living room.