First let me say, I'm sorry I haven't been posting much of anything in the last few weeks.
I took a strong week off, when I first got back from Anarchopulco just to reflect and process the experience and formulate some plans for the next few months of my life. Admittedly traveling back from Mexico was a royal pain in the ass and not something that I ever want to experience again.
That was the start of a downward spiral I'd like to call my re-introduction to America. Being trapped in Baltimore Grayhound station was excruciating. After spending a few days home I was tasked with headed to Brooklyn Washington DC to visit some friends and participate in the Meeting of the Minds event that was going on there. While the event itself was excellent, 2 1/2 days of public transportation really took a lot out of me, mentally, and physically. I caught a cold of some sort on my way home and spent the next week basically bed-ridden congested, fever, endlessly tired. I feel like I am just now getting over it. Which brings me to the my next issue. I am fucking depressed as shit.. This place sucks, trailer park surrounded by garbage, pests, and low IQ humans relentlessly perusing gluttony, and producing massive waste along the way.
It's almost a tragedy, I so much enjoyed my time with my Tribe in Mexico, but now upon returning home, I am fucking miserable, the contrast between being in that environment and this one is palpable. And this has happened to me before, when I returned from The Freedom House In Texas .. I got depressed for a few months.
The moral of the story is, It's time for a change, I am no long, nor could I be, satisfied with this life here, I don't understand these people, I cannot communicate with them. There is little to no economic opportunity here, there seems to be less and less holding me no only to this home, but also to this failing police state of a country. From this point I believe that I am going to start looking for a way out.
Unfortunately this might I emphasize might take a way from some of my activism. Both the depression and the desire to escape this situation inherently takes my mental facilities away from other projects. I'm still an Anarchist, An Agorist, and an Activist I will always live this lifestyle.
But. Simply put.. the next time I get a ticket out of this place -- I'm not coming back --