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  • I went camping with Enoch and a bunch of other people who are mainly his friends but now sort of mine as well. I only got one photo before my phone died. Of the road, snaking through the middle of the forest and some friends drunkenly fooling around in the middle of it. They look like zombies.

    Ironic, considering camping is one way to escape the zombie-ism of everyday life. Where it feels normal to be naked and unmade up. Where it feels good to have bare feet and tangled hair. Where being the opposite of sober for more than a few hours, is totally acceptable. It's fun, freeing, and inexpensive.

    We baked in the heat, slid down waterfalls, ate sausages and took some spirit journeys. I am getting better at the journeys. I feel like I'm finally finding my own inner strength, and seeing visions with more clarity. Each time I go, I learn more about myself and what will make me a better person. Ridding myself of bitterness, and resentment. Learning to stand on my own two feet. I wish I could explain how it works, how I am learning those things without "learning" them explicitly. But I can't put that into words.

    I need to spend more time in the forest. I hear there are gnomes to be found, if one has an eye for them.
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