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THE WEST
There’s a terrifying aloneness in all that wide open space. A dryness always threatening extinction. Everyone is from somewhere else. It feels like the end of everything; yet also the beginning of a new nothing. A nothing where you can become someone else. A nothing where you can stretch out a bit and forget about seasons, the should-ofs, the what-might-have-beens. After a bit of time you’ll forget what you were running from in the first place, and you’ll never want to leave.