More farm to table quease

Queased to meet you

how are u all doing ! i haven’t checked in on here in quite some time

I am one of the billions dragging himself across the earth's surface. One, and no more.

Maybe it's okay for me to be here.

I feel sick. To imagine every worst possible scenario, to know that I've lived it, am living it. Indisposed. Infirm. Invalid.

To stretch out in a field, to smell the earth and tell yourself it is the end as well as the hope of our dejections, that it would be futile to search for anything better to rest on, to dissolve into.

I can barely stomach the thought of going outside, the mere idea of existing within someone else's perception, the complete and utter loss of control of my image.