“People will drive by their high school ten years down the road, just so they can pretend that thinking “not much has changed” is actually true. When really, everything has changed. The air smells the same, but the roads have cracked more. The roads have cracked so much they now look like the skin on a crocodile’s back. And all the fields, green in the summers, golden in the autumns, have all been paved over with new reasons to never come back.”