There’s this part of me screaming—maybe I should just leave everything behind and just camp away. Drive away to Colorado. Get lost in the woods. I want to constantly be living close to the ground and not having to know what time it is based on my watch but rather based on where the sun is in the sky. I miss it. I miss the clean air. I miss the smell of the pine trees lingering. I miss knowing that I’m far away from people.
I want to live far from everyone.
I want to exist somewhere else.
The city is decaying.