Transitioning from sedentary sensibility - comfortable, routine, luscious - to a nomadic rhythm that is stimulating, fully engaged and familiarly stressful.
Jo'berg. City of Walls and Fences, a primary metaphor for South Africa. Electric, razor wire, jagged glass - all meant to keep out the Beasts - furry or otherwise. I find this strange. Is not everyone, then, a prisoner?
Fear of the Other.
Fear of the Beast.
Fear of the Supernatural.
Give me land lots of land under starry skies above.
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love.
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze, listenen' to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please -
Don't fence me in.
Jo'berg. City of Walls and Fences, a primary metaphor for South Africa. Electric, razor wire, jagged glass - all meant to keep out the Beasts - furry or otherwise. I find this strange. Is not everyone, then, a prisoner?
Fear of the Other.
Fear of the Beast.
Fear of the Supernatural.
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| Fenced |
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| A dubious fence! |
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| Fenced in. Fenced out. |
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love.
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze, listenen' to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please -
Don't fence me in.
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