“Take a moment in between breaths to let yourself see what’s left to be seen, all the places you’ve been. Your old haunts. I pass by them every day, and after all these years I’ll find myself wondering if they’re just facades, like the saloon fronts and gun shops of an old ghost town set. As if I can poke my head inside the doors in the light of day and see nothing but framed out rooms and sandy floors, existing for no other reason than to give structure to who I used to be.”
