Offri un little life, a Jass

Writer / semi professional absurdist.

Hey you,
I write stories at birdsongsofpersia
I figured, after all these years, perhaps this could work. I write with all the dreams and hopes and despairs and energy that I can muster. It's been a long time now. Of working soulless jobs finishing the day with no energy to write, to create, to dream. And it must change. From somewhere...this is one beginning. One fire in a freezing world.
I travel with almost nothing, sleeping out in winds, snow of winter, in order to work less, to have more time to create, to understand, to become. Perhaps it is absurd. Yet...there are many absurd circumstances in this world. Now is more absurd than before : stuck in one of the most expensive countries on earth with no work, no instinct, no guts.
But there are more absurd things : insurance sales, abattoir managers, arms selling. There is also worse, which is a doom thought all on its own.
Anything much appreciated :-)
A warm hug for you,
Jass