I hope my eyes turn green from all the vegetables I eat. While people are sitting in a circle, connecting through the soil, I’m singing Doors songs to the moon, trying to accidentally trip and fall on the orange glowing biomechanical mushroom field. Something good that is awful happened. No matter what, who or where happens I’m always missing something, so I’m separating myself more and more, balled up like a cat that doesn’t hate it’s human yet. I’ll miss you all a lot. A lot.