On Being Light
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I'm in the market for steamer trunks. Maybe two or three or more, big ones, so all my stuff can fit. And once it's boxed sturdily, you can always find a way or a broke pick-up owner to move it. Lots of cardboard boxes is awkward. My clothes are nice in the trunks I have. The two blue trunks. Aspect of the fugitive to it, I could throw those latches and be out in a minute. Do I really feel like I'm being hunted? Is that the real story here, a man running away from his life? From his ego? Being light means being sparse. Not much to get attached to. Not much to carry around, not much to defend. It ain't called baggage for nothing. And when they find my trunks, they find my trail, in stickers right on the top. What's the law on traveling in a trunk? Putting yourself into containers and shipping them. Can you make a container your house? Just ship it with the truck to tow it. Why isn't that part of the mobile world, moving your residence on a, with a, as a semi. But if you had the food, atmospheric control, water and sanitation in a very tiny space, say, one pallet's worth, you could probably do a week, easy. But *damn* it'd be crazy in there. Though if you want something badly enough, it'd be bliss. Stored inside, on a ship out of Guantanamo Bay. |
