I had grown tired of complications, restrictions. Petty rules. My search for an escape had begun to look futile. I always felt more grounded in nature than this overbuilt civilization. I craved simplicity. And I thought this trip would re-center me. Somehow, I instead end up in this glamping yurt that is gaudy, overpriced…just so…civilized. The portable heater was also so unnecessary. I wanted just one friend to level with on this. But I didn’t want to be ostracized for it. Again… Those pesky complications.
They were all about 40 miles out at some trashy bar anyway. Better to be alone here than in a crowd, however pretentious the surroundings. There was that missed connection. The one from years ago that through some chance sequence of events, is a new mutual friend. I never found out her name. Perhaps there was nothing to lose if she was with the rest of them, mindlessly drinking in an attempt to fill some existential void.
I looked up at the skylight. At least this overpriced rental came with a nice bed, I thought to myself. It was quiet. Literally just crickets. A saying with negative connotations in most cases – society places an annoying emphasis on noise. But this – this was peaceful. I didn’t feel that usual urgency to escape the moment.