All I want is to leave this comfortable house.
I want to leave it behind or off to one side.
It’s ok if it sees me leaving as I won’t be back.
I want to drive to brownfields and old factories.
This town has plenty like pockmarks.
I won’t get out of the car.
I just want to stare at the buildings.
I want to imagine breaking in and beginning.
It wouldn’t take more than all my blood and treasure.
Take an abandoned firehouse.
Skin it of everything but leave the pole.
Put a rebellion in the bays where the trucks used to sit.
Make a place to feed artists sustenance for The Remodeling.
Take an abandoned mill or school or small office building.
Put The Revolution in a place where commerce used to be.
Charge admission to anyone who drives to see it.
All the walk-up traffic gets in free.
I hate the car.
I put the car in the middle of a vacant lot.
Blow it up!
I am walking now toward other abandoned persons.
We all walked away from a house somewhere.
We got here, where there’s suddenly an ocean in front of us.
There is a lifeboat waiting.
We’re ignoring the smoke behind us on the horizon.
When we make landfall we’ll need to get everything.
If we meet other people we can get them to help carry.
We can carry everything we need.
We are going to have it all.
I knew the car was holding us back.
There are so many people looking to fill their hands.
So many places no one wants we can build on.
So much to do right here that we don’t need to go anywhere else.