I can’t write with the TV on. I can’t sleep with the TV on. I can’t think with the TV on. I don’t think I can live with the TV on. I belong elsewhere. People here are too peopleish. I need to be around people who know what I know. Who breath how I breath. It’s calming to know that there are people out there who are like that. It’s upsetting to know that they are not near me. I struggle to get through the day staying positive. Being here makes me less and less American. I despise humans. I despise TV.
But I am not all hate. There are things I love. Most are rare now’a days. A quiet moment. The smell of clean soil. Cold crisp water. Fresh berries. The smell of pine. Rain.