i've always wanted to spontaneously pack a small suitcase and just leave. leave. leave. leave. it doesn't matter where, just as long as i know that i'm leaving something behind. i remember sitting in a cab with a handsome man, not long ago. i had no idea where he was taking me, and it didn't matter. it was the closest i got to leaving, i thought.
i told him that i felt like we were characters in a fassbinder movie. he was very amused by that.
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