I didn’t realize how important the solitude, or at least privacy of the forest was to me until it was broken by a few strangers who walked in from a party at my house.

I felt like they had walked into my bedroom, I felt like they had walked in on my changing, or crying, or masturbating.

I did not care for it.

Burlington feels further away all the time. When I’m around people, and when I’m in Burlington, I generally am, I have to talk. I can’t help it. 

To be there is to be a version of myself I feel less familiar with every day.