the lost wilderness of the self

is there any genuinely ‘wild’ place left within my mind? can i embark on a breathtaking journey through the bogs and beaches of my existence and discover something undiscovered about me? OR have society and civilization ruined me for good? can i climb or walk or dive through dense layers of what i’ve been taught and sleep on the cliffs of un-reason risking to be blown away or to find my original self? OR do i’ve to agree that all that could have been found has been found and that there are no pure places where GPS and google and packaged forays into the conscious can’t reach? am i lost to myself? OR is there some hope, still…?


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