Our weather is still good but inside I don't know. Just received a message from a friend who will be out traveling and staying at yet another city centre luxury hotel.
I can't say with enough emphasis how much I detest such places. I don't need to reside fifteen floors above sea level with a spectacular view of concrete jungle. It's just not my thing. I've stayed in so many hotels in so many countries and today there's nothing I am more allergic to.
Concrete? Fuck concrete! I want to sit in a garden, listen to the breeze rustling in the trees, watch a bird drop straight down out of the sky to pick something up off the ground. I want to see the sun setting over a sea of green - and not washing over a stone cold facade.
The folly of human beings. Michael Crichton would have a field day with such aspirations. In fact he already has on so many occasions.
Human beings are such pretentious creatures. We need to stay close to the basics of life - the beautiful basics of life. That's where we come from and that's where we derive most of our wonderful enjoyment.
Paradise may exist but paradise is not a high rise. Paradise means things of nature. It always has and always will. Orcs and morlocks live in concrete jungles. Eloi live in nature. Give me Eloi any day.
