"I sleep with my passport and one eye on the backdoor, so I can always run. I can get up, shower, and in half an hour, I’d be gone… And come morning, I am disappeared. Just an imprint on the bed sheets. I’m by the roadside with my thumb out. A car pulls up and Bob’s driving, so I climb in. We don’t say a word as we pull off into the sunrise and these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country. We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream in the beating heart of the country. We are electric pulses in the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country."
— Frank Turner, I Am Disappeared
