>i’ve always felt that when people talk about far off places and cities, they are only referring to long-lost lovers. but their absences cannot be mapped. like a street, it erodes over time.
but luckily, for every person you lose, another takes their place. so it would not matter where you went – sienna, moscow, LONDON, osaka – if you ask me, you never left.
countdown to christine’s mass-exodus across the planet: T minus 24 hours
my suitcases are packed and sitting in the hall.
moving somewhere out across the blue. running for the airport.
someday, canada . . .
when your head turns, you’ll realize i’m missing.