Urban Forager, Day 5: The Illusion of Plenty

Sleep is the poor man’s dinner. —Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers Glowing screens and interfaces surrounded me in the darkened. How did I never notice before that vending machines contained food? Bizzare concoctions that had never before interested me now had my full attention: sloppy joes in miniature bread bowls (microwaveable!), chocolate tacos (now with dairy-based … Continue reading Urban Forager, Day 5: The Illusion of Plenty

Urban Forager, Day 3: Blank Space

The first sensation I became aware of was one of suffocating. Why can’t I breathe? What was on my face?!? Get it off! Get it—there. No, still trapped. I pulled myself out of whatever horrible thing I was stuck in and drew a breath of cold, oxygenated air. Calming down, I tried to figure out what just happened.

Congratulations, said Sarcastic Neil. You just learned how to get out of a sleeping bag. Continue reading Urban Forager, Day 3: Blank Space