I find I'm so excited. I can barely sit still or think about it. I think only those who have a long way to go on a journey to regain their freedom will feel the excitement of the upcoming mystery. I hope to cross the border and shake hands with my friends. I hope the Pacific is as blue as a dream. I hope。
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.