Nature calls to me. Beckons me to enter. The call of the wild.
I'm sorry, I won't go all Jack London on you, but nature wants me to enter. In that Romanticist ideal that nature is better than civilisation. I long to leave the influence of people.
O, to be alone.
I miss the islands because of that. There, you were surrounded by people who were constantly trying to get away too. When you paddled out into those cold waves just before the sun rose, you were surrounded by others, yet you were completely alone. There was this communal understanding of silence, so that it was just you, the water, and the sky. It was raw. It was natural. It was quiet.
Why can I not find this here?
Cars everywhere. Everyone must drive. People. I cannot escape. Out, let me go. Let me follow the call to something quiet. Let the people comprehend silence. There is no life in your noise any more.
Wild.
Oh dear, how ironic! Joanna, I just tried to leave a conemmt here for you a bit about my (largely positive) experience with the Top Commenters plugin and a bit about how I sometimes reward conemmters by trawling among their blogs for post ideas and link opportunities but I'm afraid that long-ish conemmt may be lost in the bowels of WordPress. I got a screen that said Warning: Cannot use a scalar value as an array in /home/tellin5/public_html/confidentwriting.com/wp-content/plugins/akismet/akismet.php on line 188 and a whole bunch of other lines too.
Posted by: Ahmed | 09 May 2012 at 08:46 PM