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Day 42, May 15th 1994 The Sun is rising on the last day. As I sit here, drinking some fresh and teeth irritating spring water, I feel at peace with the fact that tomorrow I will be back, just like on any Monday, on the road to work, using too many comas. I have just realized that I sent this journal skyrocketing into a comatose situation from which only some wittiness might dislodge it. However, my usual wittiness, probably brought on by the tempo and hustle of urbanism coupled with my attitude towards it, has been dulled in this peaceful and serene environment to which someday I will undoubtedly return. As such, I shall leave the patient pa

Day 41, May 14th 1994 I have slept well last night. Of course I did. Surrounded by nature's concerto in B(ird) Major and the gentle humming and splashing of the stream how couldn't I? The morning chill still hangs unperturbed in the still, fresh and intoxicating air which fills my lungs, my pores and my very being with the sort of exhilarating vigor which our ancestors felt every moment of their lives. This same feeling draws me to activity, as the ultimate cure to our collective sedentarism which our ancestors didn't often experience. Thus, me writing my thoughts and musing on cellulose is preventing me from experiencing wood life. I will u