I intend to get out of here. It can’t last forever. Others have thought such things, in bad times before this, and they were always right, they did get out one way or another, and it didn’t last forever. Although for them it may have lasted all the forever they had.

It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

You think you can get rid of things, and people too--leave them behind. You don't know yet about the habit they have, of coming back.