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everything is changing again. i feel uneasy. lonely? maybe that's it. but how can that be? out on the water this weekend, i couldn't stop thinking about a is a. ayn rand. atlas shrugged. i'm thinking but i'm also just doing as i'm told. pit and that's about it. internally, i feel as though the weight of the world is on my shoulders as the huge freighter enters english bay carrying about 2ooo containers of ?? i phones and shoes? and yet i haven't really done anything, objectively speaking, to make an difference in the passionate quest I say I am on. towards sustainability. toward the enduring ability to sustain ourselves aka to not fuck things up for the future.

so. much. waste.

i want to send the madmax crew this link. on the bottled water industry. we go through so much of it.. and really why can't we just bring our own? why can't we recycle the bottles? why don't we want to? why must i fish through the garbage at the end of the race to sort the recyclables from the garbage. why do i find half a dozen half empty bottles hidden in all the pockets? why do i feel like its inappropriate to send the adults some intelligence?