my heart is a glorious machine;

I think that there are several kinds of Real Life and not all of them are horrible. Someday I will have a Real Life that is not so very far from the semi-imaginary one. I keep realising how much I want to live more organically -- not far far away in a cabin somewhere, but more closely to the world, more -- real-ly, both in terms of how I interact with people and nature, and the sorts of things I spend my time with, and the sorts of -- things I possess? I'm getting tireder and tireder of capitalism what with working in it, and even though I want to spend most of the rest of my life in a city, I just ... want to get away from Buying And Selling and the great ugly sleek-sided world that hasn't got any magic in it. I think Madeleine L'Engle had it just about right, as usual. (If I can get a two hundred year old New Hampshire farm-house in which to spend my summers away from my big-city world, that would be exactly right. ^-^)