I miss the encampment still. The grass has grown over it, and since Charlie moved away I don't go there much, but I went the other day, and it was normal, and creepy, and the security guard wondered where Charlie went, and thought her mother died. I wouldn't have gone there much without a dog, since I have no connection to the university, I only walk a professor's dog. But the encampment called to me, and I felt related to the community. The community is hidden now, and I feel hidden too.