Under a full moon, sitting outside the campfire, the lingering taste of spinach dip and s'mores on my lips, cuddled up with one of my favorite people, I thought about work, and reading, and making movies, and the text I just received, and the people around me, and the warmth of the fire, and my car, and the weight of responsibility weighing heavily over everything I do, and being creative, and enabling apathy, and....
And mostly I thought about alternate realities.
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