I�m a alone boy, there�s really not much around me.

And when i go to the town to buy big stuff, i see a lot of things. Two days ago, i was wondering, walking along the concrete footpaths, if what 90 per cent of the world population was just doing, wasn�t for 90 per cent of the time to try to take the most money they could from their neighbours... always trying to have a brilliant idea so that people would give THEM lots of money... searching a good job... �alright, i can do that, give me money... I sell that, money money...! Oh, you can do that, cool, here is my check... but ME, i do THAT, give me more money...!� That kind of stuff... Was that the game, all over the world, a universe of money, like a planet on the web of space and time, everybody trying to be as heavy as they can, so that the stream would flow towards them? Well, consciously, cuz unconsciously, of course, they are just little magic beings on their way to Heaven, Eternity, to the NOOB II (Never-ending Ocean Of Beauty, number 2... yeah, they first made one, but it wasn�t working)

But well, i hated that feeling, and i hated all this concrete everywhere and the big plastic billboards... Almost everything was worthless... the only things i found cute was: a cow licking her baby in a green wide field, in the sun, i saw from my car... a high-class dark horse walking, a wonderful huge old tree, the trunk split in two, we could see through it, i saw them from my car too... two cute ladies, in nice simple dresses, going to the theater, for rehearsals i think (the dresses)... mmmh yum.

What i hated the most there, was something in me. Covetousness, boy... covetousness!

The thing is, there�s guilt in me, when i see cute women, guilt for hurting my body, my deepest being, for not being able, not being strong enough, brave enough, to provide me what i need... and that�s a voice that constantly tells me: you need her, go and get her, talk to her... I�m like a starving cheetah in a field of plump antelopes, with this voice �go and get them, for Christ sake!� but this is too violent, too... distant, ... What, i just stumble in one, stop a girl in the street and start to talk, �hi cutie, how are you?� Do we do that? I hate this... I wish when something will happen , it will be without covetousness, in a so cute natural way, nothing special to do, just me in the middle of it... i want something special, like two freaks recognizing each other, like an abnormal being, in an abnormal world, i hate this normal modern world, it says constantly �you will have everything you need: gas food lodging, and entertainments! We fight against diseases, and pain, we lock bad people up, sleep safely... We accept cash and checks...� Yeah, it looks like a fucking hospital, all is clean, there�s no scent, there�s no magic, a white tiled prison. Welcome to the screwed world! I want water, light, stone, oxygen, i want cotton, wool, wood, mud, i want moon, stars and auroras borealis, i don�t want plastic, acrylic and buildings, i want tigers, polar bears, and bees...!

They�re gonna kill the tiger species... They�re going on killing them, because some spoiled Chinese or Japanese guys think to put ground tiger moustache in their beverage will make them more powerful sexually... or to eat tiger balls, or rhinoceros horns... There�s absolutely no aphrodisiac substance in that, but damn, to drink a coffee with real tiger�s moustache in it, that looks terrific...!

Tiger... a so famous name... Soon, nothing behind it anymore, gone for ever... for the glory of a few too small dicks... Yeah, this pisses me off like nothing, to live in a world with no tigers in it anymore... They thought Viagra would save them, but it�s not sure... because of the hunting trophy issue, still...

I would like to travel again, maybe... When there�s wind under my feet, i can go to the people so easily, it�s different, i�m not so shy, i smile... i hitchhike, i move... To walk in a foreign country again...

I will have to find a job one day... But i�m not worried, i like to do the washing-up in some restaurants... cuz they don�t need diplomas, you get hired instantly, you don�t have to smile, but you see people and there�s usually a good atmosphere, and you can do that in any towns or villages in the world.. and you can quit just as you want... I like it.

One day, in peace...

The end of the greed. The end of the run.

Where you can sit for a while, and feel the perpetual stream has been cut off... where you can breathe...