Hotels

Sometimes I travel for work and have to stay in hotels. Which are fine, but they resemble every woke suburbanite house I’ve ever been in. They are clean but also kind of not. The continental breakfasts are crap, with only sugar-coated cereals and yogurts, maybe the best option is the whole wheat bagle and the scrambled eggs with hot sauce. I mean the places I stay in aren’t awful but also aren’t exactly nice or desirable places to stay in. I get it hotels for most people are places to get drunk, have sex, and stay while on vacation or work travel. Which is fine I guess. Functionally they work, but they make me cringe when I see other peoples dirt, all the trash and debris from the disposable everything and paper plate continental breakfasts, etc. And all the fake modern building interiors.

Honestly, I don’t like them. People make fun of me camping in the wilderness in the cold, the rain, the snow, but it sure beats being in any city. It’s much better to be wild and free, away from all that plastic and the garbage dumps, doing your own thing relatively unconstrained. I like the wild world where I can have fires, burn whatever, cook and eat on my own pans, not be filling the dumps up with garbage. Where the back drop is real, not artificial or man-made, intended only to please the most superfisical of human sensibiltiies, far from the muck and mud of the real world, the back country, the piles of silage and manure that sustain as all if only indirectly.