I should stop being a coward and quit my job. I should become a naturalist by profession or simly by personal ambition. I should follow the footsteps of Thoreau into the woods and never come back. I should.
write and explain. Or clarify. Or even just pretend that you havn't been an joy and inspiration through the toughest of times.
It's easy to see how it happened. And why it happened. And that it's futile.
It could be easy to ignore, just move on. But the me of today is not...