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richie puts the pedal to the floor as the sun's rays pass over the land and paint the road a deep orange glow, causing him to reach for the sun visor above his head. at this moment his car is the only object illuminated by the sun, and from some far away distance it might look like a shooting star, traveling at supersonic speed through the deep, darkened landscape around him.
richie is headed north to the city where dreams become reality. this place has no name and no city limits. it simply exists. you know you've arrived when you feel your soul warmed, like the warmth of chicken soup on a cold, overcast evening in november. as richie arrives at this place he feels an enormous amount of energy, like a hundred red bulls but without the jolt, and a sweetness not even a dozen cafe mochas could provide.
there is a lover constantly appearing in richie's dreams. he imagines that she actually exists in the flesh, that he could perhaps meet her today. he exits his car and walks along the brick path bordering both the storefronts and the vast ocean that, if you look out far enough into the distance, meets so seamlessly and so secretly with the sky.
after spending the entire afternoon without finding this haunting lover, he notices a storefront that captures his attention. inside on display is a small selection of hand crafted snow globes. most of them are nice, but indiscriminate. except for one. and richie can't quite make out what's behind its glass. but it's glowing with a fiery strength. he cups it in the palm of his hand, looks around, then shakes it up like a small child would. a big grin emerges on his face. the glowing only intensifies as the snow flurries inside become a blizzard. richie suddenly sees a flash of hot pink, then it vanishes before he can understand its significance. he wants to keep holding this snow globe and nurture and care for it. but as he looks at it a voice enters his head and says, "i belong to no one." richie looks up and notices the shopkeeper's stare, as if confirming the voice he just heard. he sets the snow globe, still glowing, back on the shelf and walks out. as he leaves empty handed, a woman's voice once again reminds him: "i belong to no one."
richie is headed north to the city where dreams become reality. this place has no name and no city limits. it simply exists. you know you've arrived when you feel your soul warmed, like the warmth of chicken soup on a cold, overcast evening in november. as richie arrives at this place he feels an enormous amount of energy, like a hundred red bulls but without the jolt, and a sweetness not even a dozen cafe mochas could provide.
there is a lover constantly appearing in richie's dreams. he imagines that she actually exists in the flesh, that he could perhaps meet her today. he exits his car and walks along the brick path bordering both the storefronts and the vast ocean that, if you look out far enough into the distance, meets so seamlessly and so secretly with the sky.
after spending the entire afternoon without finding this haunting lover, he notices a storefront that captures his attention. inside on display is a small selection of hand crafted snow globes. most of them are nice, but indiscriminate. except for one. and richie can't quite make out what's behind its glass. but it's glowing with a fiery strength. he cups it in the palm of his hand, looks around, then shakes it up like a small child would. a big grin emerges on his face. the glowing only intensifies as the snow flurries inside become a blizzard. richie suddenly sees a flash of hot pink, then it vanishes before he can understand its significance. he wants to keep holding this snow globe and nurture and care for it. but as he looks at it a voice enters his head and says, "i belong to no one." richie looks up and notices the shopkeeper's stare, as if confirming the voice he just heard. he sets the snow globe, still glowing, back on the shelf and walks out. as he leaves empty handed, a woman's voice once again reminds him: "i belong to no one."