Sitting by a small cooking fire, a little sausage roast...

For me and the cat. The Divine Miss Fluffy Tail, or simply "Fluff." But, yes, she's a known character. She makes her presence known, especially when she wants something, which is a regular thing. She's a sweetie, though, when she wants. But... you know how they are.
Standing in the light of glowing embers, I have a sense of the slowness of the passage of history, how it has taken so long since so many centuries of small fires, and the people who stood around them. It was the only source of light, and warmth in the night. We keep going back to that motif, taking vacations to places where we can stand around and roast a something, get drunk, and act like island dwellers. I never have, but people do. It might've been my thing 40 years ago...
How do I feel right now? Okay I guess, I've been through a lot. I'm seeing scenes of a medieval movie... nothing has changed since then although many things have changed since then. People, not so much. In places, yes, but fundamentally not so much.
Seems like someone tried to bring civilization to the "planet of the animals," we were here too, just animals. There was only one ethic, eat. Our technology is not animal, our behaviours on the other hand....
I'm not sure technology is meant for this planet. It has an innate inability to coexist, one must beat out the other even as it is dependent upon it for survival. It seems like we can't live here without destroying it, and each other, and all living. 

(Originally drafted in 2017)

So I'm publishing this thought out-loud as a precursor to a few drafts I had laying around, as a way of saying "hello again" and saying too, "I've changed, and still haven't changed," all in the same breath. A little technological housekeeping a catching up to moving on and getting on with it. See you later...