Dora lives!

I want to run away accross the world, stealing my way from place to place, never worrying about anything other than myself and my closest companion, surfing the waves from shore to shore, continent to continent, free to live and not be tied down to social and economic convention, on the run from the man, on the lamb, chased over borders by agents of the damned, creating my own future and living in the now and tomorrow, the past just an echo, a real life, where sun on your face is the payoff, salt water in your hair is the fruits of your labor, juggling precious metals as economies crumble and you tip toe the line between freedom and enslavement, all for the right to say, "I am." Miki, I salute you...