The Natural World Operates By Its Own

I Like To Take Things Incrementally, And Strive For Something That Feels More Attainable.

I Don't Think I Would Live Outside Of The Northwest. I Think The Quality Of Life In Portland Is Really Good. People Move From Intense, High-powered Jobs, And Move To Portland, Work Half As Much And Live Twice As Good.

I Think That The Intentions Are Genuine In The Search For Authenticity, But It Can Tip Over Into Absurdity So Quickly. I Just Start To Wonder, Like, What Authenticity Even Is, And Whether We Can Even Start To Define It In Such A Globalized World.

Living In Portland, Which Is A Predominantly White City, The Privilege And The Luxury To Be Able To Obsess Over A Certain Kind Of Minutia, That I Think, If You Did Not Have That Privilege, Would Never Be Bothersome. When People Are Worried About Whether "local" Means 100 Miles, Or 50 Miles, Or 10 Miles From A Grocery Store, I Just Think, "wow. What A Privilege It Is To Have That As A Major Concern In Your Life." As Opposed To, "can We Afford Food Tonight?" Sometimes I'm Just Shocked At What Becomes Concerning In These Kind Of Communities.

I Think That Half Of Us Feel Fraudulent In Our Lives Anyway. There's That Strange Disconnect Of Not Really Knowing What We're Doing Sometimes, Or Why It Matters. It's Our Existential Crisis.