// Dear Soot , I'm sorry to be gone. I'm sorry to have left. I know we talked and said we could never go back to the city but here I am staring at the 1 with the stir in my gut of bustle. I wanted our life to work and I think in some world it could and maybe it still will, but I needed to get away, I needed to go somewhere. I think I missed it, or it missed me, probably the first one. I'd like to say I know what I'm doing, but I don't. I'd like to say that I'll be back soon, but I won't. I hope you're alright without me. I hope that Julia and Ron and Desire and and the rest of you stay strong. I know it'll be blasting season soon, I know how it sneaks up on you. Kiss the goats between their horns for me. I love you, even if you can't believe that. I know you'll be angry when you realize what I've done, but I hope you can move past it. Please be kind to my things. Please be kind to yourself. Again, I'm sorry. -andi //