31

Thirty one spins of the earth until the eleventh of the eleventh of the eleventh when I will delete myself from facebook and officially start trying to gain what many of us have lost - by losing touch with the 'world' delivered to me by algorithms that tell me what the program thinks I want to hear from people that it thinks I like.

It is time to become human again.

After thirty one spins I should be in the heart of the mountains - the snow will have started covering everything. It will be so silent. The crisp sound of frozen crystals, like leaves, rolling in the wind - while standing on on the top of a descent of snow. A deep breath before letting go.

I need to pack light. Every minute spent on the 'book is a minute spent not with the people immediately around me or a minute spent not on the mountain. Though that is a bit hyperbolic, holding a grip on distant connections and checking idly every day for some unknown is a piece of baggage too heavy and foolish to take along in the move.

I will lose touch with many of you. But you need me as much as I need you, which is not at all. Go hug your friends that you can hug and carry a memory if you care to do so. I am glad to have known you.

This is a 31 day notice. If you want my email or phone number, feel free to ask. My email address has been out of date on my facebook profile for nearly three and a half years (and they've been bothering me to update it because it's "required" the entire time).

"It doesn't really matter. Here goes nothing. It will be interesting to see what happens."