His name, he revealed, was Christopher Thomas Knight. Born on December 7, 1965. He said he had no address, no vehicle, did not file a tax return, and did not receive mail. He said he lived in the woods.
"For how long?" wondered Perkins-Vance.
Knight thought for a bit, then asked when the Chernobyl nuclear-plant disaster occurred. He had long ago lost the habit of marking time in months or years; this was just a news event he happened to remember. The nuclear meltdown took place in 1986, the same year, Knight said, he went to live in the woods. He was 20 years old at the time, not long out of high school. He was now 47, a middle-aged man.
Knight stated that over all those years he slept only in a tent. He never lit a fire, for fear that smoke would give his camp away. He moved strictly at night. He said he didn’t know if his parents were alive or dead. He’d not made one phone call or driven in a car or spent any money. He had never in his life sent an e-mail or even seen the Internet.
a mesmerizing read.
We know that some days are harder than others.
We know that sometimes you’re not sure how you can hold on to hope.
We know that it’s scary to think about the future.
You are here. You made it to this day. You will make it to the next one.
You are here.
Let that be the proof you need to keep going.
She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her.
Joyce Maynard, Labor Day (via estrangedx)
I think I might be in love with the person who runs Taco Bell’s twitter account.
Cause I built you a home in my heart
With rotten wood, it decayed from the start