Someone suggested I try this approach to writing, so I'm gonna give it a wing. Always thought it was a bit silly back in school and nothing wonderful or profound came of it, but then again, maybe I was not taking it seriously. I needed a topic so I took the title of the movie I just watched as a topic. I'm going to type for five minutes and see what happens.
A Cabin In The Woods
The movie was awful, but the idea is great. Not the idea for the silly movie, but the actual cabin. I've been thinking a lot about the cabin my parents had when I was a child. How I'd love to go back there now. A stove to warm the house. Limited electric if any. A full wall made of nothing but glass to look out over the meadow and down on the pond. I want a place like that. I don't know if it's the Unambomber in me or the fact that I need to distance myself from the daily nuisance that is humanity. Free writing or is this my manifesto in the making? No, I'm not that angry, but close. Today someone pissed me off, but maybe it's me. Maybe I need this cabin. The solitude. Maybe I need to sit beneath a tree. To gaze at deer from pond. Maybe it's the rare traveler who crosses my path I seek and not those I see daily. I have feelings for people, but none keep me here. I'm never truly happy anymore. I go through the days as if they are a chore. There were times I woke up ready to grab hold of some mythic event. Something that would make a difference. Now it's merely memories of better times. Skipping rocks and looking for lightning bugs. Maybe that wasn't me. Maybe it's all a dream of a better time. I think I remember it but it's so vague. I think a cabin would be nice. To sit every morning and look at the dew glistening in the grass. Coffee and some eggs. Nothing really meaningful to worry about but what to listen to as the sun goes down. A cabin in the woods would be perfect
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