i keep having dreams about new york. more accurately, about failed attempts to get to new york - lost in massive, deserted airports; waking up half an hour before a flight and feverishly packing; stuck at customs without a passport. occasionally, i’ll make it through an board a flight that never lands.
waking up like i’m straight out of lost, “I HAVE TO GO BACK.”
so i’m going to. soon.
tagged as: schlepping. dead by 36. sometimes i rewatch the scene where michael dies when i need a smile.
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