I woke up at my girl’s apartment. What entertainment at the drag show. We woke around 9:00 a.m.
I spent most of the day catching up on writing. I’m not a big fan of writing. Part of me wants to remain hidden, I feel like my experiences are written on eternity. But I know that I have to write, because if I don’t my experiences, my emotions, and my thoughts just get washed away with all the information of the universe. Consciously we all bring life into existence collectively. People’s stories are like Braille bumps on the fabric of time and space. We have to tell our stories, because if we don’t eventually our memory will be wiped from the collective.
At around 7:00 p.m. my girlfriend and I drove our separate vehicles over to my campsite. She parked at dunkin’ donuts like before. And then her and I drove my truck up my secret driveway to spend the night in the tent.