I wish that I could tell you something that would make it all make sense. But I don't have the words because they don't make them. Someday you're gonna throw everything you have into a bag and you're gonna die to the rest of the world. No one will know where you have been. And this is good preparation for that, I guess. You will leave no footprints in the snow. You will take the long way home to a place that never really did exist and spent time with people who never really existed. You will become fiction, you will become history, you will become extinct. Which is just the way you always wanted it.

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