For Brad Liening, without whom this would not exist.
First, realize that this is not where you want to be. It's too hot out, the world has you by the throat, your endless possibilities are suddenly sprouting endings – as you like. No, this is not where you want to be at all.
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Then, take the bus. It's always been so reliable and I hear it's air-conditioned in the summer. It'll take you where you wish to go.
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Now that you're on the bus, realize how hopeless this all is. The Man behind Metro Transit is in cahoots with The Man behind Education: there's no place you can run! Punch a scaly fat woman for smelling too loudly, and, thanking the driver for falling asleep behind the wheel, step off the bus.
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"There's no place like home!"
"There's no place like home!"
"There's no place like home!"
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Once you realize you don’t have any signal, face the Eastern cityscape and run back to where you came from; run hopelessly through the rain that your clouded mind has conjured, passing every landmark and memory you envision, and attempt to jump over even the smallest of puddles.
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Remember taking pictures here under the sun-tipped cathedral?
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Ask wary strangers for change. They will have none to give you.
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Dig out your phone, vibrating.
“You sent that text three times.
I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do this anymore.”
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Stick your free hand into the mouth of the fountain, and while your body might be stuck in the Forever-Now, your weightless hand is floating somewhere far off, down a wishful stream, drinking in the careless sunlight of the West.
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