I had these visions of myself on the moon, in a big city, or in the ocean. I wanted to migrate, like animals do, to an environment better suited to my nature. I wanted to live near something exciting—like shooting stars, jellyfish, or mountains. I wanted to look out my window and see something more interesting than potholes or dads mowing their lawns. I wanted to live among animals, or with aliens, or at least around people who had bigger things to do than spray pesticides in their gardens, go to church, and complain.
