i awoke in the early afternoon and was reminded of the need to bathe; odors and oils of a slothful human.
i shaved with a dry old razor so that i could feel each blade-like tug and slice the shafts of time that grow from my freckled face
i ran the shower warm before entering because lately i am a cold stone and do not contain any independent means of heat
i laid myself beneath the running water like warming raindrops and heard some loud but distant music as my thoughts raced above their melancholy sound
my thoughts were noble and ignorant; dualistic. concerned with the world and my impact upon it. refusing to buy a car, refusing deodorant and plastic products
i found myself hopeful for once warm and joyous as the water wasted itself past my skin and down the drain.
then I remembered that each passing drop equals a single footstep which builds to the distance required for others to gather a quarter of my waste.
back to square one slothful and smelly needing so dearly to wake.