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"I'm the man in the box..."

"Buried in my shit/Won't you come and save me?/Save me...."



That's song that played in my head, when I saw this in the Washington Post:



The author of the song, Layne Staley, is not a man in a box. He died (at the age of 34) and was cremated.

You can see that WaPo article is topping the most-read list in the "Lifestyle" section.

[Getaway, a rental cabins business,] presents a dire vision of urban life, and then offers itself as the antidote. It evokes the Japanese practice of forest bathing, and disconnection, and a little curative isolation... and not a single wine glass... absolutely no WiFi....

It’s ridiculous, but I expect to feel some instant woodsiness that never materializes. Even though I play Bon Iver on the Bluetooth radio, and then take the provided torch outside to our fire pit and sprinkle the (provided) firestarter over the (provided) logs, and light our first campfire and make some (provided) s’mores.

"Buried in my shit/Won't you come and save me?/Save me...."



That's song that played in my head, when I saw this in the Washington Post:



The author of the song, Layne Staley, is not a man in a box. He died (at the age of 34) and was cremated.

You can see that WaPo article

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is topping the most-read list in the "Lifestyle" section.

[Getaway, a rental cabins business,] presents a dire vision of urban life, and then offers itself as the antidote. It evokes the Japanese practice of forest bathing, and disconnection, and a little curative isolation... and not a single wine glass... absolutely no WiFi....

It’s ridiculous, but I expect to feel some instant woodsiness that never materializes. Even though I play Bon Iver on the Bluetooth radio, and then take the provided torch outside to our fire pit and sprinkle the (provided) firestarter over the (provided) logs, and light our first campfire and make some (provided) s’mores.

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