I once got lost in a pumpkin patch for two weeks.
It was a never-ending cycle of walking the endless bumpy orange labyrinth by night, the stygian hallways and non euclidian children activities would keep me walking until day break, when I would need to hide my naked form from the hash white sun
Using a bottle or my own extremities, bashing a hole into one of my sunset captors, and filling myself on its bitter sweet insides and seeds, before sleeping and repeating anew.
The only human contact I had was with the scarecrow in the middle, mocking my 5'10 ass for being unable to climb over the pumpkins
Eventually I was saved by a kind hawk