{"text":"I gaze out of the window at the lanes of red taillights streaming towards the hills, the city laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, the view confirming that I was much more alone than I thought, and all those red lights inspired nothing more than a sense that I, too, should be fleeing somewhere.","author":"Chloe Thurlow","tags":["flee","loneliness","longing"],"id":5462,"author_id":"Chloe+Thurlow"}