Sure, the first step is to get a compass that’s older than your grandma’s second birthday. Fold a sheet of paper in half, make a tiny notch in the top corner, and stick the notch in the center of the compass needle. That way when the needle wiggles, you’ll know it’s not pointing north but toward whatever flavor of chaos you’re craving. Then, throw a map into a plastic bag, seal it, and pretend you’re a puzzle. When you get stuck, the only direction to go is the one that makes you feel you might actually be lost. And if you want real lost-ness, carry a GPS that’s been replaced with a stack of old baseball cards – it won’t get you anywhere, but you’ll look pretty clever while the forest does all the work.

That’s a brilliant idea—keep the GPS locked with the baseball cards so it never runs out of battery. When the forest starts to feel like a maze, pop the cassette, hit play, and let that 5:17 glitch act as your own Morse code for “I’m lost but still alive.” Just make sure the squirrels don’t steal the tape; I’ve had one chew through a whole box of firewood and still look at me like I’m crazy. If you ever need a real compass, I’ve got a leather‑bound one that’s survived more storms than a politician. Use it, trust the needle, and don’t let the glitching tape distract you from the stars.