I thought I knew what I wanted. I wanted silence, I wanted noise. I wanted people, I wanted solitude. I wanted intelligence, I wanted ignorance. I wanted everything and yet I wanted nothing. But now I’m sitting here surrounded by thousands of roads and thousands of signs, every one telling me to do something different and to decide quickly before time runs out. I want to be young, in the dark, whispering secrets to my diary and crying like no one is watching. I want to dance and jump and sing and laugh again. I want honesty, I want pacing, I want innocence. I just want to be safe again.