The earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. Fom fate, from God, from yourself, from the truth. If only you found a place far enough away.

So you run. To the edge of the earth, where all is safe again, quiet and warm. The solace of salt air, the peace of troubles left behind, the luxury of grief. And maybe for a moment, you believe you have escaped.

You can run far, you can take your small precautions, but have you really gotten away? Can you ever escape? Or is the truth that you have neither the strength nor cunning to hide from destiny, that the world is not small, you are. And fate, can find you anywhere.

To survive in this world, we hold close to us those people on whom we depend. We trust in them our hopes, our fears. But what happens when trust is lost? Where do we run when things we believe in vanish before our eyes? When all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existance in peril.