escape, grass, reeds, not sure
Well Maeve and I wanted to get out of the city yesterday so we just started driving north until we decided we would go to the beach and get off the interstate in a town I was vaguely familiar with. I told her about how there used to be a big abandoned mental hospital there that was demolished a few years ago. I told her there used to be patient graveyards, and I wonder if they are still intact, though it would be almost impossible for me to remember where they were since it had been about five years since I went to that place.
Just as I finished telling her all that, I noticed an area that looked familiar. We drove further into a complex of buildings to investigate, and I was beginning to think that this was the spot where I had parked and gone through the woods to the old hospital campus years ago when the buildings were still there. So Maeve and I parked, climbed up a little hill, through woods, to a vast desolate area. There was a huge mound of earth with a tractor on top, a big shallow pond below, a field of reeds, huge chunks of stone, and a few piles of broken painted wood. When we got to the top of the big mound and looked around — we could see the horizon in all directions and the boston skyline in the distance — I told her it was extremely unlikely that this was not where the hospital used to be. We sat down in long wavy grass under the bright sun in tshirts, drank maple soda, drew pictures, listened to cars go by in the distance over and over.
When I got home I looked up the old mental hospital campus and found that it is now fancy apartment buildings. I have no idea where Maeve and I were yesterday.
chasm
woke up half naked this morning.
driving home later, I got lost. ended up in a chasm after sunset. I ran barefoot through it till my toes were numb. I felt great.
later at night, someone handed a book to my friend, put it down on the table. I opened it up and the first words I laid eyes on were “narrow chasm”.
and further: “Mind is a dominatrix. The poet‘s inner life is womblike.“
“Caverns there were within my mind which sun / Could never penetrate“
wet autumn
there is this wooded area in my hometown where I like to go every now and then. I always go alone, barefoot, and it is a real calm retreat for me. I rarely see anyone else there, and it always feels kind of like the place is part of my subconscious, apart from reality. this time I went out to the clearing on the hill, where the autumn olive berries grow. as I was picking them, I heard a little crunch-crunch behind me… turned around and saw a military man walking up the hill in my direction. head-to-toe in fatigues, holding a big gun with both hands. and I stood and stared as he walked up the hill, veered to my right, and disappeared into the woods.
foraging on bike
Well I went on a wild urban foraging bicycle tour of boston the other day led by the greenhorns group. It was great. There was a lot of stuff we found, and unfortunately I didn’t think to photograph most of it for some strange reason, but below are a few…
my bike lounging in the grass with some wood sorrel
A LARGE AMOUNT OF chicken-of-the-woods woooooaoahahh
apples apples apples apples apples apples apples
not foraged, but this locally-made stone-ground chocolate was donated to us and its deliciousness blew me away.vegannnnnnnnnn <3 <3 <3
wtf walk
I spotted a trailhead recently, one that looked not unlike this one:
very innocuous, so I thought.
Well yesterday I wanted to go on a nice stroll in the woods with my dear friend luke. Thought we might get some fresh air, maybe find some wood sorrel to munch on… then go home after about an hour. Somehow this turned into the most intense hike I’d been on in years. It’s a very long story. I’ll let you know though, that it involved thousands of wild blueberries growing side-by-side with poisonous buckthorn which looks almost exactly the same, and probably the most impressive view I’ve ever seen in connecticut, and lots of soft moss under my bare feet which by the way is the best non-sexual feeling ever.
picking blueberries ^
watching hawks, on huge cliff ^
big pond covered in algae ^oh yeah and we got really really lost, didn’t see any other people on the trails, ended up on the street in the city somewhere, about a five-mile walk from where we started, about four hours later.
