Crazy Dreams

I dream of an off-grid cabin in the wilds of Alaska. I've never been there. I know one person there, and that's only through the internet. I grew up in Oregon, in a small-ish town where free-thinkers like to think that they think freely. They buy 'local' produce from California, use detergents without chemicals, and drink coffee at the local, hip coffe shop that was grown in Columbia.

They listen to their iPods, attend solstice festivals, ride bikes, and consume, just as everyone else in america, only different brand names.

Am I so odd, that I long for quiet, complete and utter stillness, a life that doesn't threaten to suffocate?

I feel like I'm losing my mind sometimes. And then I look around myself, and think 'they're the crazy ones.'