i left new york city for the month, i stayed in toronto and walked around and rode the streetcars back and forth and talked to strangers mostly and had long breakfasts every morning, i stayed in rural canada and moped around and went in the woods and played board games, i stayed in detroit and was back to where i was six months ago, i stayed with my grandma and never left the house, i stayed with my family and had a real christmas, i stayed way upstate in a cabin with my closest old friends and laughed all day. in-between and nostalgic and i started having dreams in my sleep again.
