I've been obsessing about Central America. Maybe it's more infatuation with getting out of the US and fucking disappearing. That's probably more like it. Dumping my baggage and going off the grid is like a wet dream. I fantasize about a tiny house with a beautiful garden, surrounded by fruit trees. Imagine having fresh fruit and veggies all year, and not having to worry that it's poisoning you with pesticides. Imagine being able to pay your living expenses, and not have to be a slave to the bank. I'm so tired of the cheap, disposable, fake society manufactured by American capitalism. Nothing is real or satisfying about this life, and no matter what you do it isn't enough. I don't give two shits about being rich, the white picket fence, or the shiny, hunk of shit in my driveway. Who gives a fuck? These vapid, meaningless priorities make for a sick society ready to fold like a deck of cards under the weight of its own opulence.
So, I will dream of a quiet, peaceful, purposeful life off the grid. Why Panama? I don't know. I feel there is more opportunity somewhere that has a fresh start. Panama has had its share of problems, but its corruption is clear, and not engrained in everything you do day after day like it is here in the USA.
