Everything. Is Blue. In This World.

People ask if I'd move out West. Or just assume that I will. Never rule anything out... but the idea, at times, curdles my blood.

Even New York City can feel like a bit much, some days. Maybe I'm too far west as it is. Perhaps I should live in the ocean. I bet it's super-quiet there. True, I don't know anyone there, but I don't really know anyone in California either.

I wonder if I'd have trouble getting my magazines delivered. You think the rent's more reasonable under the sea? There are a few things I should probably look into before packing up.