Into the Woods!

I thought I would show you all Task One, Question Six. (What alter-ego would you assume?) I'm rather proud of it.

It is her first day on her own. She feels excited to be free of society's demands, and alone with nature. For many years she has wanted to break away from the plastic world and its people to find what is real- to find herself. The traveler also feels a little silly writing about herself in the third person, but realizes she doesn't care. This is merely one more way to throw off the oppressive shackles of society. You have nothing to lose but your chains! She thinks Marx was smarter than most give him credit for. Perhaps, if she returns to society, she will become a communist. Another way to rebel against fake American society. Or she will just stay in the woods. Today she has started to construct a dwelling for herself high in the branches of a tree, thinking of the Galadhrim in The Lord of the Rings. This is not as easy as it looks. Lugging materials up into tree very taxing. Fell out of tree twice. No serious injury, other than bone protruding from arm. If this venture is unsuccessful, as it is shaping to be, plan B will take effect. Will dig a hole in the ground and live as a hobbit instead of in a tree like the elves. Much easier. Maybe hobbits survived longer in books because they did not fall out of trees. In any case, she will decide tomorrow. Attempts to fashion bow and arrows fail miserably. The voyager may need to set snares for unsuspecting woodland creatures. She regrets having to kill animals, as they might be taught to speak. Much better company than humans and orcs. She has yet to locate the colony of elves she believes to be living in secret in the woods. Their songs are heard at night. Such heavenly singing, far beyond that of any mortal! There is a racoon digging through her lembas, which she must go chase away with her sword.

-Elf-friend
April 2007

I start off seriously... but then realize I don't want to be serious. She said to be creative, so I was... *cough* Delusional girl who thinks she is an elf. Hey, it's what I'd be doing if I scampered off into the woods. Chris McCandless was obsessed with Jack London, I am obsessed with Tolkien. Same general idea, right? People who take their obsessions with authors and ideas a bit too seriously. I can see the connection, anyway. Hopefully Niemi is amused. The rest of my mini-essays will be good to make up for this one.