if my life were a movie this would be a poetic scene, but its not.
i told my mom id go on a walk and now im back at the swingset. i come here when im sad or just want to think, which is pretty rare. this time though, i face the forest, back against the world.
i thought about lack of knowledge and the life that comes with that. “once you tell the child the birds name, the bird loses its novelty.”
i pretend that the forest continues forever, pretend i dont know theres a river 400 meters away from me. there is an intersection near my home, we would always go left and right was full of mystery. as a kid id say, “when i grow up and leave this place ill go explore!” i went there when i was 13 and i realized ive been there before. in passing memory that couldve been mistaken as a dream.
i go there fairly often, the mystery of the right turn gone.
i often think about the phrase ignorance is bliss. the book ecclesiates, the man with wisdom suffers.
having my back against the world is scary, i think its starting to rain again. i should walk back home.