" I look at the world below us: the restless crowd, the glare of lights, the motes of sawdust in the air.
'Say you want to go,' he says.
I think of babies and gardens and road trips. I think of staying up late to watch a midnight movie. I think not of running away, but running towards.
Then I let go. "

― Kirsty Logan , The Rental Heart and Other Fairytales