If there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light-years from to get to his… You would die getting to him.
What if I moved to some other city, to some place that’s far away and strange?
I’d never know you, I never knew you… That’s what I’m doing.
Grow up and brace the change.
