Winter Camping

What's real might inculcate what's almost real. Too much Derrida. What I mean, really. Consider you might sleep under an overhang, almost a cave, a place you might block with a fire, so wild things wouldn't eat you. A refuge. Imagine you dream, much like me or you. Scary shit, where you might fall to your death, or there are large predators that could rip you asunder.