We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

– Anaïs Nin

A friend once accused me of reading all of the books I do because I wanted to escape the world. I told him that I wasn’t escaping anything, but finding everything.

Now he lives in a trailer, drunk and broke in the town we grew up in.

I’ve been all over the world.

Who exactly was escaping?