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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

I have a signal

I love being on the internet when I'm waiting on a grassy knoll for the ferry to show up. Traffic was madness. I don't know why everyone drives like old people. Honestly, I don't get it. When you are travelling somewhere for holidays or campouts or whatever....don't you just want to get there and set things up?

Apparently not.

Ouch. I just got bit by a mosquito. My first of the summer season. Yes, I know it's October now. I guess there weren't any in London this year.

Oh jeez. I just saw a gigantic Citation motorhome pull up. Driven by...two really old people. Well, I guess that says something for me when I'm that age. No excuse for not getting around on my own.

I probably look like a freak sitting here in the middle of all this nature, at the tip of Lake Huron, tapping away on the laptop. Cigarette is burning beside me. If they sold coffee anywhere in this town, I would probably have a cup of it sitting beside me too. But I couldn't find any, not even at the gas station.

Anyway. Time to log off. Before someone figures out I have their signal on this grassy knoll.

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