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I dreamed that I'd somehow gotten on a bus that took me in the wrong direction. I knew I was going the wrong way, but the bus didn't stop. A lot of my friends were on the bus as well, but they were all headed to their destination. We talked and laughed, and overall the ride was a pleasant one, aside from the lurking panic under my skin as I got farther away from where I should be. Finally, after miles and miles, the bus stopped and I took my violin and got off.

I stood on the corner of the street I grew up on, between the town hall and the old gas station with boarded up windows. The streets were empty. I knew this wasn't where I was supposed to be, and I knew there wouldn't be any bus going back in the other direction. I stood for a long time, daunted by the distance between me and my point of origin, and then I started walking.
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This has been my life for the past ten years. If you'll excuse me, I have a fuckload of walking to do.