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When the car was written off in an accident, the only place he could think to go was Lone Fir Cemetery, a 30-acre plot of 25,000 graves in the south-east of the city. “I figured everyone else would be too scared to live in there,” he says. “So I climbed over the fence and I lived in a bush in the graveyard for a year.”
It was around this time Evan began painting his face white.
I think there are plenty of spaces for this sort of existence in modern society - not necessarily 100% dropping out as a graveyard ghoul. but opting out of some of the modes of regular life
all normies follow an identical lifestyle, but the abnormies veer off in a multitude of directions,
i suspect there is a strange and important sense of self-satisfaction at rejecting the norm, finding your own way - smackheads for example might justify their appalling existence by privileging self-indulgence over the trappings of regular life, and feel like they have cracked the code
every cultural moment was conceived by someone bunking off, obvs, but more than that, to be a social activist, to make things change you need to get out from the grind, on a practical level having a job, home, family, may not be compatible with devoting yourself to exceptional goals
do you get me?