The Wild Man

Last nights was about a wild man who is a cave dweller.  I could see him eating meat off the bones.  I can see how his sons lead the same life of hunter gathers but they seem at one with that way of life.  It is awkward for me to see their poverty even though they don’t view it as poverty.  They wear their animal skins with pride.  I am the one perceiving through a filter of societal norms and notions of the way I should act and carry myself.