Eventually, I will go deep into the woods and start a new life.
I will fish in the streams and forage for nuts and berries.
I will be one with nature, and nature will be one with me.
I will commune with the animals.
I will place a blade of grass between my thumbs and make a reed like sound,
and somewhere deep in my subconscious, I will remember
the sound of an oboe playing the Gran Partita.
Birds will sing.

I will create my own language.
A language that is simple
A language that is true.
I will call my language “hoofay.”
(this is phonetic, the actual spelling involves two twigs and a squirrel carcass)
In my language, there will be no redundancies.

There will be one word
For every important concept,
No more.

“Graduate School”
and
“Sleep deprivation” will both be called:

“MisKAT’wayHIMbo”
(this is phonetic, the actual spelling involves four pounds of goat meat and a picture drawn in the sand of an old woman being eaten by a seal)