I’m in my new office, which looks like something you’d find by Walden Pond. As I click away learning about game design and animation, social media and film editing, tricks of html — I bounce from kindle to computer to iPod, look out the window at nature and think about Henry David Thoreau. A storm’s brewing. Wind’s rising. The crab tree branches are slapping at the window. I wonder if Thoreau was ever tempted by a woman, the whoop of herons, poppies! the incandescent mystery of lightening bugs — the inevitable call of nature. Could anything rival the unraveling of simplicity? Living alone in the woods.
Thoreau's Cabin
