On my last night in Chicago, I met a girl who had quit her job and was on a solo road trip to British Columbia, where she planned to attend a meditation retreat slash community service project she knew hardly anything about. She had no idea what to do when she finished. She wanted to be free, she said. She wanted to discover a new dimension of herself. She wanted to disappear. Or appear. So I told her about the Baha’i Faith, and meditation retreats, and we traded stories of angels and demons and ghosts and strangers and lovers and friends, and then she went to sleep, and I turned out the lights in the room of the hostel.


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"There is all this untouched beauty, the light, the dark, both running through me." -Over The Rhine
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