Sunday, April 8, 2012



“You said you knew the perfect place to run to.  A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away.  A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life.  A place longing to come alive again.  It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found. 
I'll take you there, you'd said. 
And I could say that I agreed.” 
― Lucy ChristopherStolen: A Letter to My Captor