Ottawa's Festival of Ideas Since 1997


There was a crisp fall breeze
I was walking in the forest of leafless trees
I walked for a while in the isolated, empty tree forest
I decided to stop, I quickly discovered that at some point I had gone off the trail
I did a quick 360 then soon figured out I didn't know how to get back
There I was in the middle of a forest of trees that looked like exact replicas of each other, lost.

The crisp fall leaves were crackling under my feet
I could feel my heart pound faster and faster
I tried calling for help but no one answered
I was in a forest where you could see for miles but not the exit.
There I was, lost.