The lights in each of the doll houses are off.
I, a giant, wander insignificant
Among the grains of sand.
When at last I reach the sea,
I let it take me,
Dirt and grime and grease
All caked into my hair and skin
Everything,
And I let my body crest across the waves,
Away across the waves.
It was week thirteen of shooting the fourth season of MonsterMan: The Challenge, and I was on the balcony of my room in the Burj Khalifa, breathing in the purple Dubai sunset wind, looking out at the chrome and concrete oasis.
The cardigan that my grandma wraps me in when I am cold;
Dusty piles of cards from someone who loves me;
Computer overheating with a two-thousand-million-word PDF scrapbook;
When I was a little younger than I am now,
I went home after school and wrote until bedtime.
That was enough to take me into the stratosphere.
I'd play in the cloud for hours and hours.
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