I saw my apartment today but I didn't stop. Today I ran past it, and went along. I chose a direction I had never been, and went there. I saw familiar places. Then places I hadn't seen in ages.
Finally I was surrounded by the unknown. Just me and miles of wasteland, places forgotten by time and space. It is there I found a great tree, hollowed out. Inside was a pile of cardboard boxes.
I slept there for the night.
It felt more like home than any mattress and roof ever had.
Where is home, really?
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