Negros In The Wild

A day before his unexpected and rather unpleasant encounter with a wild Caucasian, our explorer ruminates about the living world around him, and our collective moral duty to preserve its splendor.

Having survived his near fatal encounter with a Wild Unregistered Caucasian, our explorer contemplates the brutal indifference of the Caucasian Wild, and the means by which they may be tamed.

Our intrepid explorer unexpectedly encounters a Wild Unnamed Caucasian and is forced, in spite of the unspeakable terror, to improvise communication and resolution.

In this episode, we venture even further out of the doors into the unmitigated wilds of Caucasia, and are rewarded for our trouble with a spectacular view of the heavens, the glorious crown of stars upon them, virginal, unnamed, cast and shattered like ancient ice, cold-slivered across the infinite velvet. Oh, Caucasia! How the heavens mock your wounded eyes!

Today, our heroic explorer plums the depths of Caucasian civilization to unearth deeper more meaningful truths in search of a more profound connection as a Negro... to the wild.

Today, I encountered an officer of the law. Fortunately, I had already learned his language and customs, and narrowly escaped with my life. And by that I mean, how very very racist of you!

In this episode, our Negro bravely ventures once more into the Out of Doors to test a hypothesis. What he learns as a result may be lesson enough for us all...

I venture further into the out of doors to explore and observe. What I find, is a bit of nature, a lot of Caucasians,... and myself.

I step, not only into the water, but into the complex multitiered conundrum that is, Caucasians of Unknown Intention. Join me.

I lean into the through of American colonial tradition and drink deeply of the water mingled with expectorant of varying origins, discovering along the way that, I too, can discover and claim for myself. Here and now. In the wild...