the sound of mars.

There’s a map on the wall where I’m sitting right now. I see it every single day, and every time I see it, I wish I was somewhere new. Already I have red dots marked out. I dream of packing up with a single bag, rolling the map up and taking it with me, and moving any direction I feel like going. If only it were this simple.

January 07, 2009, 8:54pm  .........