might fuck off sometime this week

I love exploring. Whether it be exploring a new store, or going deep into the forest, I love going to god knows where. I’m disabled and that doesn’t stop me from stomping headfirst into brambles just to get to the end of a path. 

Right now is prime time to start my escapades again. My leg is worse, yes, but I’ll just take my cane. I don’t have to worry about anyone judging me because I’ll be in the middle of the woods. Will it hurt to walk back, since my hips get tired from walking semi-quickly? Yes. Will I have anyone to help me like the other times I’ve went into the woods? Fuck no. But I’ll have a tape recorder and my psychic SENSES. So it’s alright. The plants are dying, the bugs are gone, so I want to go back. 

Those woods are my home. They’re simply just mine. Other people go there, yes, but not as much as me. There’s another path near my home I need to explore too. I’ll probably visit both of them this week. I really hope I’ll be able to travel father now that I’ve found multiple different paths; I might even run around in them. But sadly, the woods aren’t all that big, so I might have to walk higher up in my town to find more. I want to explore abandoned buildings too. I love exploration; I don’t do it often, but I’m a boy of wisdom. Most of my knowledge and expertise comes not from vigorous, sustained research and trips as you’d expect, but rather going to or researching something rarely, sporadically, but over the months and years. It builds up; that’s how I know and do most of the things I know and do. Exploration is a long, lazy trip for me, but it’s amazingly riveting when I stick my head into the bloodied carcass of knowledge and nature. I’ll go again, because exploration is my home, and what is the woods if not endless discovery?