I'd like to live like a primitive
I'd like to live off the land for awhile. Walk around the desert, coax water out of dessicated plants, eat berries, and hunt small game.

I live like a primitive now, of course, but it's all different: empty pizza boxes scattered around, no one's cleaned the bathroom in eons, no underwear, etc.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 15 Oct 2010, 1:29, 3 replies)

If I am to live like a primitive then its not going to be in a frigging desert! Why not a temperate island with lovely rivers, fruit growing on trees, fish in the sea, shellfish in abundance...?
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Fri 15 Oct 2010, 2:36, closed)

space apes
definitely go for it mate. Once upon a time i turned myself in, from scary London to the barren plains of south Portugal. Sleeping under the stars, eating what we either grew, foraged or caught. Building a farm in the middle of nowhere, Mad Max style, practicaly from dust and spit, with a bunch of random travellers. No city lights for dozens of miles, the rough spires of the atlantic ocean in hearing distance.

First week or so a total breakdown, urban poison screaming for its foul burbling well. Second, you will start toughening up, not be afraid of the grubby spikiness, enjoying the monkey diet. After that, the whole mind starts to shift. Relentless hard labour, overwhelming natural sights and the rhytm and texture of wild nature take effect. It is rather not happiness as we know it, the appreciation of something special and unexpected pleasing us. Much deeper. You had arrived, finally, where nothing abstract and overpowering machine rules your destiny. Well, nature does now, but then, she is you. Start walking barefoot, after a few months, get used to the sun. Find little favourite places to worship and leave subtle signs of liking them. Draw martian space maps in the sand, stickfight a dead tree, walk the valley alone for a few days. Be kind and humble with the new ones, honest and close with those you know. Tribal integrity brrap.

Or roam the land, picking up sights, words, and random little wonders as you pass. Feel the unceasing love of nature, be welcomed by strangers, see the system with no chance, nor will to interact, and the need to abuse it. Get stuck in suburbia, maybe squat an empty house, or find spaced-out hippie folks. Realize you swapped steady food and showers for the need to eat useless crap and picking up a country weeks dirt in a day. Then finally be entirely dysfunctional upon return to these orwellian techno-mobs. Have your smile crushed out of your face, claws and hair pulled out, tan sanded down, by the hasty, impersonal crowd. Maybe end up a bum for some time. Bury your absolutes once again, in a place well remembered, and grow up once again. Know it is all but a play.

Every wave you break
Every poo you take
Every tree you shake
Every she you stake
I'll be nudging you
(funktrash soul = combustion engine, Fri 15 Oct 2010, 8:58, closed)

Awesome! Inspiring! Wonderful words of encouragement!
As to why deserts and not some Polynesian paradise, I think it's because deserts are simpler somehow. Perhaps more dangerous too, but that goes with the territory. I come from New Mexico, an arid place, so deserts are home. But the South Sea islands have their charms too, of course.

I was amazed, visiting New Zealand, experiencing just how gentle and kind nature can be. Much different than the dread I felt on the edge of the drought-stricken Australian Outback. But still, there were parrots and kangaroos and puzzling plants, and the crippled Outback was - noisier? - than American deserts, which just means more was going on.

Every place has its charms. It's a matter of slipping away from the Orwellian techno-mobs....
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 15 Oct 2010, 20:21, closed)