how to shit in the woods

and lonliness is born anywhere, even in the busiest of cities or on the greenest of grass. and everywhere is the same and everybody is the same but for some peculiar reason, i want to meet and visit all the sames and photograph their shadows and shapes and scrape for reconsiliation until the earth feels at home under my fingernails. i spent 6 days in austin texas, just long enough to make a bed under the dome that i've known since kindergarden and take my baths in the colorado river. a crew of philly kids went down for rhizome's radical urban sustainability training and i'm now coming up for air just long enough to say that i belong gone from the clock and the stop signs and the rent. i guess i believe that if you can't know freedom anywhere, than you will never be free--because it's that deep--but there are certain nights when you are on display with 'the reality of charity and kindness and humility and zeal and neutral tranquility...' and you just know. that you are more free than you let yourself be. and those nights around a fading fire discussing the facets of god and truth and merging our childhood of another's choosing with the future of our own, those are what are. and honestly it takes a discerning woman to not be fooled into loving those braids. and i wasn't. because you ate my brother's legs. and i won't be forgetting that.