It certainly isn't the worst world we've ended up in. Far from it, in fact. If you can ignore the fact that Esperanto really took off here, it's actually quite like home. The extra instructions for everything in that language are quite easy to ignore, if you're used to all the Spanish at home. And Esperanto's actually not a bad-sounding language.
I walked around San Francisco today. The Dominion is where it was in our world, it's just called "La Maestro" or something like that here. In fact, I could have sworn it was our world if I ignored the signs.
It's worlds like this that make me feel homesick. I could make a home here if I needed to, although I'd have to be careful as my double exists (and is working for Hurley- can you believe it?). There's always the danger in these types of worlds. Not because they're dangerous to live on, but because they're so close to home.
And that's something you have to be careful about. After all the danger and excitement, you eventually want to settle down somewhere. They're the worlds that you're only there for a few hours, or for months, where you want the comfort of a home close to your own instead of sliding through the vortex and bouncing into another world.
I'm tired of travelling. I'm tired of looking for home, keeping up the hope that I'll find it. Sometimes I can fake it, but it's getting harder and harder each world that we land on.
One of these days, I may choose a world like this and settle down. Some world that's close to mine, but where my double died in childhood, or something like that. It grows more tempting by the day.
I don't know if I can stand any more temptation.
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