Position in Life

We are created by nature and formed by our interaction with people.

Kreg used to sit up high above the grass and bushes, proud of his position in life. He wasn’t happy, merely managing. Life tore him a new position.

He now blows around among pebbles and dried pines needles listening to the forest floor. The footsteps of ants vibrate with the chaotic order of community. Beetles eat shit and grow shiny. Worms work wordlessly nourishing themselves while creating nourishment for growth.

Kreg has finally found life. A boot heel is about to find him.

That’s life.