Synopsis
"Like many things are and just aren't, I was there and then I wasn't.
In a quiet, insignificant suburb, my house rotted away with dragonfly eyes gracing the window.
And I stopped existing for there when the same eyes stopped watching me.
Maybe this trip is LSD stuff, but right now, I think I'm fucking crazy in a car.
You sleep in Arizona and your mom is a voice on the answering machine and money in the cookie jar.
You wake up on the road and feel alive for the first time."
— Moth
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