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October 29, 2010
But I didn't mean to run away! I wasn't running away at all! It's just the stars, see, they're up there all bright and cold and far away and what am I supposed to do? They're so far away. I have to find them.

The air was cold and the sky was beautiful even with all the stupid light pollution. You know, when you stand under lamp posts there's a kind of apologetic frost to the light that falls on you. The light's sorry to show you everything but it shows you anyway, it has to.

I wasn't running away.