25 Oct 2013, 12:03pm
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The day before the day before

Eerie the bog, peninsula, whatever. They gave us this land to scout and that’s what we’re doing. Escuchen. It is like shovelfuls of discovery, watching the young men (boys) eager to tear up the wilderness, turn their bodies into the weekend. As an adult male, I am a counterpart. A leader. But what am I doing as a leader? I follow with lozenges and foodstuff. I want a recorder. I take no pictures and I touch the tree lightly. What are trees to me but along a road too far and bumpy? I love how the gravel gives out and this is where we’re dumped: at camp. We set up, get out, unpack. The tents go up. Our alien spaceship lands in the woods and uncomfortable silence.

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