Perhaps I romanticize her descriptions, but Sylvia’s depictio wasn’t cavelike at all, quite wonderful seeming, more 19th century or early 20th century rural. Simpler life. Fetching water, carding her own wool. No TV. I think a simpler life like that is probably better for a soul, but I think I lack the fiber to live it.

To mention one thing, I’m allergic to everything out of doors, plants, bugs, dirt, animals. I need plastics, asthma inhalers, antihistamines. Ibuprofen. AC and air purifiers. So I guess I mean off the grid in a different sense, psychological, spiritual. I meant off the carousel, off the whirring machine without missing what is needed from the machine. Maybe it’s more a psychological grid than anything mechanical that I’m talking about.