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Something's up with the snippets of thoughts that I swim through my mind. Every now and then, one floats up to the surface, and I focus on it; an old thought brought back anew.

I've watched more movies in the last 4 days than I have in years. It's so unusual for me to watch more than one movie a week. With times like these, who really has the time to watch movies?

So many things are thought provoking.

Travel is one of them.

Seeing truck drivers on the road, throwing money away on little arcade games that are connected across the country is heartbreaking.

And remembering that if I really wanted to run away, I could become one of them too, I sympathize and feel empathy that makes me gag and choke.

I want to just give a man many times my width a hug, and say, "You're home, man, you're home! You don't need to run anymore! There's no more love for you on the road; there's no more pleasure to be found driving and thriving on a truck. There's nothing left for you out there, just stay here, man, you're home."

And I know, somewhere inside, that he would cry too, and remember all the things he left behind--hidden away these years inside. The tears would be warmth and moist, because mine too, feel the same way at night. But there's no shame in it.

For all the things you leave behind, for all the things you leave behind...

...Somewhere in time, somewhere in time.