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I began my journey as a junior line poultry puller at Chicken Fillet E factory number sixteen not knowing it would change my life. The deep, meditative motion of ripping dead chickens apart over the course of eight to sometimes as many as ten straight hours, led my mind to a pool of clarity I didn't know existed. I thought about my old job in the city.... For thirty-seven years I worked in the Pelican Building as a marketing man. I came up with the ideas for commercials back when there were still commercials for things, back when their were, you know, things. Of course, after the riots calmed down and the eternal fires were strategically lit in honor of the nearly 50% of the population who perished in them, we entered into the period of time which came to be known as The Great Relocalizing. The writing had, probably, been on the wall for sometime before then, but the dissolution of national media, national travel, and national life as we once knew it, meant a big ole "thank you, see you later" for folks of my ilk. We didn't put up a fight when they closed the door and shut out the lights. Even men and woman five, maybe ten years my junior had experienced life outside of the traditional bubble I was once deeply a part of. But still, I couldn't argue with The Great Relocalizing. It's amazing what these imaginary fences did to help forge a society based on truth and trust. I can't really explain it. But things are better now. Everyone is included. When we sit and eat at the deli together and feed our friends and families with our own fingers, we don't really think about how the reuben sandwich is just a combination of colored molds and gel and not real food. When we touch the inside of his mouth and feel his saliva on our skin and his teeth gently rub up against our fingers, it doesn't matter that this "meal" is completely void of sustenance. We simply "enjoy" it together and then proceed to grab some fresh tomatoes from the garden, or pick up some Chicken Fillet on the way home, or go hunt aardvark in the dead of night. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/myspace/support