so free

So I'm working at Mt Bachelor, some, not as much as I would like, but enough. There's an employee bus which I ride there and back, and it's about a mile walk from my house. Yesterday, while walking home, I was hit by a car. This makes five times in two years, this is the third time walking in a crosswalk, the other two incidences being on bicycle. Everything's more or less alright, a little sore, but the impact really hit me this morning, reinforcing my feelings being a refugee. I leave home while it's still dark and come home just at dusk, and it's always cold, oftentimes with snow. This morning I limped the mile to the bus in the cold and the dark, went up to the mountain where the atmosphere was awful blizzard conditions, uncanny and eerie. I work with a bunch of idiots with soul patches that talk about their parole officers and how hungover they are. And then I rode the bus back to town and limped home in the cold and the dark.