and we'd sputter-speed down empty freeways toward arizona or new york or iowa cornfields, and we'd pass by gasoline stations all sad and dark and oil refineries all sad and bright and motels all sad and lonely
"I met a boy whoseeyesshowed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing."
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agoraphobia ag·o·ra·pho·bia noun
―extreme or irrational fear of entering open or crowded places, of leaving one's own home, or of being in places from which escape is difficult.
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,and it'sbeen a long time sincei've just lain on the dry yellow grass of my lawn squinting at old light and feeling very small picturing all the galaxies and satellites and jet-planes and ships and forgotten red balloonsseeping helium over the sea, and thinking in a veryangsty-teenager sort of wayabout how far away i wasfrom a lot of things...
He can imagine her shivering as she crawls into bed with a phone, ragged blanket pulled up to her nose as if she could somehow retain all the warmth of her exhalations.
She was always cold.
like this railroadtrack on the edge of town that i secretlywouldlike to walk down with my armsstretched out like a tightropewalker'sbecause you see, i want to lie down next to it and close my eyes and feel the lowrumbleclackclackclack of the train passing by, and i know it'ssilly but i used to likepretending that all the hobosonboard are going off to happier, warmerplaceslike...
