That's it. I'm officially going full Walden. I mean, as long as the pond got decent WiFi. All I want to do with the rest of my days is wander my fields, take care of my flock of turbo sheep that make really nice wool and irrigate my indigo fields, which I in turn use to naturally dye my Merck quality wool. I want to wear aprons underneath my EG Bedford jackets and giant floppy hats and carry a shepherd's crook and smoke big ol' blunts rolled in tobacco leaves I grew. SHIT WOULD BE A FIRE FLAMES LIFESTYLE. And editorials like this one from Nepenthes don't help my growing predilection towards abandoning society to spend time with sheep and legumes.