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Thursday, May 25, 2006

You and I
You and I
cannot occupy
any more time
than we are alive.

You and I
can divide the night
separate it into
two equal sides.

And I'll take yours
you take mine
we'll give each other
a piece of our lives

And we'll always have these moments
to look back on
when we are alone.
We'll always have these moments
but if they fade away
they might fade away.

You and I didn't
cause my depression
its always happened
to my recollection

And I let you go
your not sorry
thats okay
I don't worry.

And I know
its all in my head.
I crash and burn
just to do it again.

And we'll always have these moments
to look back on
when we are alone.
We'll always have these moments
but if they fade away
they might fade away.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

For a week following the winter semester I lived in a tent in Beaver Dick Park, a camp ground maintained by the Bureau of Land Management about ten minutes outside of Rexburg. I pictured a period of self-induced isolation, a chance to simplify and soul search, a vision quest. School was over and my only obligation was work. I would start each day by breaking camp. Roll up my sleeping bag. Fold up the tent, put the thermals I slept in and books I was reading in a pillow case. Load it all into the trunk. Drive east to work wearing sunglasses. I change my shirt in the parking lot of EZ-net tools and brush my teeth in the bathroom before I clock-in. After work I spend about four hours on campus on other projects. Drive back to the park. Find a camp site and pitch the tent in the dark. Read. Sleep.
It wasn't the vision quest I had hoped for. Too much to do, too many friends, too much civilization, not enough discipline. Whatever the reason, it wasn't.
It was good though, anyway, to get out and live in that manner where preparation equals comfort, and decisions have significant, timely consequences. The custodial elements of life require careful attention. Living, being alive in the physical sense, can be a craft, an art. Like preparing a meal can be. It feels good to foresee a problem and solve it. To be independent. Like a person who can save his own life.

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