would i be happy in the woods? in a sense i would, i would like to cultivate that sense, and i know being among trees feels good, and exploring. i'd like to have a piece of land that i could study and come to know intimately. what about this here? would i be able to do this in the woods? walk other peoples' dogs and write this weblog? probably not. when i was a kid there was no internet and no mobile personal devices, and i kind of lived at the edge of the woods or what was yet to be developed. the pace and action of the city is not really me, i don't even go to art shows or the cinema anymore. it's only this and dogs and homelife, which is planty i guess, but i feel the encroachment and the sense of collapse even though we're not fire ravaged drought stricken war torn—the land grab is everywhere, and the collapse will be everywhere. it feels like wherever you are unless you're being forced out or starved out or burnt out, you should just think about what it could be like, try to discover what really moves you, and stay here.