& Oh... ohmygod just please don't ever let me go

In the world I see you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower, and when you look down you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.



Let down your hair;
let down your hair.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel:
let down your hair.