I listen to the sound of the whirring refrigerator in the kitchen. I feel to warm to be comfortable and the air is to stagnate to breath refreshingly. Theres no wind to be heard, nothing to be heard but for electrical appliances humming away. Maybe this is why I cannot sleep? Its a culture shock of some sort, a radical change of habitat to what I have been living in. This manufactured box called a house is making me claustrophobic while my one-man nylon tent made me feel safe. The light coming from the bulb feels harsh and too bright while the light of my always dimming headlamp and the soft light of the moon was always just enough. How is it that this is what became normal and living outdoors is seemed as radical? How unnatural this way of life seems after all that I have endured in the last 45 days. How week and untuned must the body and mind become living in these conditions of convenience. Sigh. Spend more time outside is all I can say.