I have known the taste of salt water, and the smell of decaying forests, and the cracks in hundreds of sidewalks. I have loved the gas pedal, and the airport concourse, and the ever-changing time zones. In all these places, I thought I could find a home in not having one; I have chased the sun across the sky so many times, not yet ready to admit, you never catch up.
I don't know who wrote this, but I'd like to meet them and be their friend.
