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Walk, keep walking and try not slip unto the moving discs of your mind in motion, walk to edge and kneel on the edge, face the void, the great wide void where your mind and the universe meet, the finite and infinite on the edge

Escape

You could say Josephine's left the building. Or abandonned her 'blog'. But she hasn't really. She sometimes goes 'undercover'. Lives under a bush literally. Disappears. Vanished. Evaporates. Does not everyone, at some point ? Life can be So burdensome. So heavy. To dissolve into thin air seems really like a reasonnable wish. An island. Desert. Just wind and sand. And stars above. Waters around. Perfect setting for the perfect getaway. Working on it. It's all about escape. Nothing else.