Exploring our fragmented existence through the meditative observational form of short Japanese tanka poetry. These poems were scribbled on notecards during barely free moments of Raven Mack's everyday struggle to maintain a precarious position, attempting to still find something real and natural in his humane routines, while fighting against the increasing domestication of the wild human spirit through industrial digitization. And while that makes it sound really important and intelligent, on a real level, these are real ass little poems that will find common ground with both the simplest of men and the most complex of animals. These are beautiful but chaotic little slabs of real working life, that you can cuddle into, and warm yourself briefly against the rising tide of cold dehumanization of natural life.