i wish i had a getaway. i dream of a little piece of ground with woods and a meadow where dogs could roam and we could walk barefoot where there are no shards of glass and the trees muffle the sound of civilization. my dream seems remote, but things that might have been dreamed do happen, like i dreamed someone would find me in this diary and seek me in life, and it happened, and my dad left me some money that could some day turn back into earth.