23rd June 2009; 4.40amWhen you finally admit to yourself that you’re not sure of who you really are, the world becomes infinite. There’s nothing left to keep you in, but there’s also nothing left to keep you from falling off the edge of the earth. This uncertainty is terribly frightening, but it’s also oddly liberating: when nothing’s for sure, how many mistakes can you possibly make?
This, I guess, is my really strange way of explaining why I bought a plane ticket for one to Shanghai.
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