There are, in this world, terrible places of inky nothingness. No sound, no light, no soul can ever escape. You won't see the sky and you won't feel the ground, you will only fall and you will resign yourself to this vacuum. And when the falling ends, you will not remember or reminisce. You will pretend that it never happened and deny your powerlessness, like a child that tries to go to sleep with the lights on, while the monster waits under the bed.
You console yourself, cowardly beneath your blanket, with one thought…I want to leave Indiana.