texts: I'm looking for a private island. </s> <s> What are you running away from? </s> <s> Why do you ask that?
labels: No. People never run away from anything.  The rain didn't last very long.  You know what I think? I think we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever climb out. We scratch and claw... but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.