I do like it out here in the forest. The tighter day cycles, the feeling of being closer to the ground and grounded. But as I’ve expressed before, the denseness of social connectivity does leave its imprint, and it becomes like an appendage, or function. One breathes in feedback and breathes out feedback in the social space. Longer and longer out here, away from the connections, one feels the chest tighten, and the heart begins to beat faster. The need to take a breath begins to burn. There is a sort of death when you move past this point, and you become something else.
All of that, and the constant fight against the strong
undertows of decaying capital and daily exertion. I know I’m a bit delinquent
on several threads I’ve been developing over the past few months, the most
pressing of which concerns the built environment and uncertainty. But as usual
I’ll try to put out what I have when I have the energy and the will, and the
moments to come up for air and pass something or other out the blowhole.
