Back to Basics

I have found that living without a car has been humbling. Frustrating at times, but humbling. It makes me realize that the world is not always fitted to my schedule. And if I wish it to be, then it takes works. It takes walking, going the distance in the snow and the cold. Ernest Shackleton. He didn't have a car. He and his men fucking trekked across the Antarctic. No, no, I don't need a car.
A part of me has always enjoyed getting back to basics, stripping myself of all material things and simplifying my life. I've loved camping, where it's just you, a knife, tinder, kindling, and fuel. That kind of thing. It's always been something I've enjoyed, and it seems to be something about the way men are raised. I see nothing wrong with it. I wish everyone was raised like that, appreciating the natural world and learning what things are truly essential (and how much isn't.)
That's a part of why I think people like the idea of Post-Apocalyptic worlds.  It's the end of the world, but it's better than this. It's better than being overwhelmed with consumerism and Capitalism and all of these worthless needs.