Metro 2098

I didn't plan for this to happen. It all seems like a dream at this point. But I had to go- somewhere far, far away. The whimsical irony of it all is that I feel most at home when I don't know where I'm going. I guess that's why these old machines provide me with such consolation. A steady rhythm, a predictable path, a shelter from the rain, an unbiased carrier - a place to rest your weary mind as the unpleasent present disintegrates into tiny fragments of forgettable history, while a new world awaits.