I stood out on the beach listening to Runaway and I have never felt so lost.
So utterly, gloriously lost.
The waves splashed before me in the dark, though I could barely make them out.
The lights flashed reassuringly in the distance.
The mountains invited me, I was a speck of dust in the glorious universe.
A pin-***** of matter in an explosion of stars.
A thing without meaning.
A physical entity with no home.