September 16th, 2009

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I turned my phone off last night with no predicted intention of turning it back on until Monday afternoon when my plane touches down again in Vermont. I don't even want solitude. I don't want to be left alone, and it's not because it was ringing off the hook that I decided to shut it up. I just want to seclude myself from the burdens of communication, or lack thereof. I don't get service deep underground and that's where my confusion and frustration has hammered me down into, and if someone wants to find me, I want them to actually look. That thing drives me mad when it rings and it drives me even madder when it doesn't; I don't want to be serenaded by text messages or sung asleep by voicemails, I want the real damn thing.