Edge;

I longed for road trips. Mountains or hills flatten by the pavement of tar lined with dashed yellow lines, overlooking the ocean, Pacific or not. The gorgeous midsummer sun would dance on the surface of the water, to the music of  the cooling breeze, as we listen to anything that comes on the radio. A sun hat, a beaten pickup truck, and you cursing at my once again failed attempt to read the map. We would end the day, somewhere in the middle of no where, still very much lost but life is still beautiful with roasted marshmallows and a blanket of glittering stars over our heads, tired but content, we would pitch our tent and continue our adventure the next sunrise.

New York;

With that one phrase, everything changed. It hit me. As if i was stuck right smack in the middle of a collision course, a standstill, nothing moved, no one breathed, all my teenage years, the world small, dull and hopeless and then the crash. Suddenly, the burst of colours, constellations crystallize and dissipate, over and over. The one forbidden idea became the most obvious answer.Why stay in one continent when you set sail to all?

75;

I surrender. Blinded and roofless, like the saying "La Garde meurt mais ne se rend pas!", those in my house are just like the infamous imperial guards. Prepared and determined to get the job done, little thought was given to anything else. Definitely not to the humongous plant devouring the city like an appetizer in an 8-course meal or even the tiny ones raining down, chomping, well, quite literally everything. Condemn me, I said. Condemn me. Already I knew of the crimes I was destined to commit.