Lie in the grass or on a sidewalk or on your roof.
Look at the sky. Feel your boots laced tight around your calves.
Pile rocks. Get dirty. Take the t.v. antenna off your forehead.
Be where you are, even for a snap.
We are lured by the fastest, cheapest, biggest.
We forget about authenticity.
Art takes time.
We live in a tamed environment.
We are taught there is value in canned,
pre-packaged, foil-wrapped and zip-locked.
Maybe there are too many plastic things marketed as originals.
Maybe I just want people to tell their own stories.