The forest

I read Kensey's "One flew over the cookoo's nest." It's great, but you know that already.

Tomorrow I leave this place. It's been fun. People put a little too much effort into being calm. It's like they want to talk faster but are constraining themselves, it throws the tracking off on the mental VCR. And these are tall standing folk; the glassy-eyed, with pupils like tunnels, aren't worth the effort.

But people were friendly. I was graciously given a homeopathy cream for my ankle and a energy healing ritual was performed for its benefit.

The food was good vegan cuisine. I helped stoke the outdoor clay oven for the pesto pizza.

There were few other guest while I was here. There was old hippie and former deck hand for Mr. Jimmie Buffet. He told me about living on the intracoastal.

The shower was just there, in the middle of the forest, draining into the forest floor. I slept in a tree house and had a view of the labyrinth.