I want to watch the night die with the sunrise, from a place that's all my own. Where birds sing and bugs sting, the likes of which I've never known. My appetite for adventure is insatiable at best. Each day I yearn to flee this place and fulfill my humbling quest. There's more to life than working, making money for The Man. I itch to just abandon it, to absorb all I can. Emerse myself in cultures and horizons I've not seen; waters of the bluest blues and forests the greenest greens. If experience is what shapes us, then I'm a work of Art, with plenty of space to shape and make another lovely part.
- Letters From Somebody