Located far from your erstwhile reality. Nestled snuggly beside placidly stretching mountain lakes in forests of forgotten valleys.
Retreat from your notions.
What if you could give up for a whole week? What would you be, what would there be? The next day.
Sleep deep. Your tomorrow may never come. And if it does, it won't be the one you planned for.
Hungry? A healthy dinner of vegetables and vegetables will be served each day at 2PM. Eat up! Or get hungrier and hungrier over the course of our luxurious five day retreat.
Like to hike? Go take a hike! Or a swim in the frigid alpine waters. Or just sit alone in the deep dark woods that all times and perhaps even all spaces have forgotten.
Smile! All your loneliness, all your hopes and dreams, all the stories you've been telling yourself: All your empty lonely-heart lies don't compute, can't stick, won't last here.
Love the Info Age? OK. You can toss pebbles in the lake and watch as the information about that disturbance ripples across the still blue-black surface.
Disappear for five days. Return with anything you were that was worth keeping. (There'll probably be something left!)
Rainy Day Paris, A Century Gone.
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. We drank our fill and found ourselves empty. We grabbed at love and came up with envy. We looked for safety, but learned sin. Now I'm tired, and you are too. Now we're ready, but what remains to employ? In the end, we miss home and regret our ambitions. In the end, it was best when I put my arm around you and you cuddled into my side and we didn't try. Why? Why is it like this? And what now?