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with a word, all i want is to be back in europe. or india. or new york. any place will do, so long as it allows me to briefly escape this mundane life. i was no happier in any of those places, but at least i was moving forward. here, tonight, and with such certainty, i am trapped. i feel it in my chest and in my arms. i want to sell the things i own. i want to ride my bike and bring my camera everywhere. i want sunburns and cheap wine. i want to feel liberated.