It’s hard to articulate the loneliness of driving through small towns, communities. They look so warm and inviting. Youre only allowed the vignette, not the real thing. And you’re just floating by. Not belonging. It’s a feeling of admiration. But this place isn’t for you. Nowhere is.
I passed the windmill museum today. And your grandparents house.
Astro Coast til we reach the end, now I’m drowning when it’s you who doesn’t know how to swim.