And, still, you float beside me. I am a continent. Don't you get my drift?
Water is best, said Thales, who, nevertheless, was one of the Seven. Detritus. He likes nothing more, these days, than a stroll among the chained storefronts of a dying tourist town, or to find, courtesy of the Parks Dept., a bench, thickly green against the salt and weather, and sit. Like those sharks that found themselves in his grandmother's Chesapeake and stayed, giving the yokels something to talk about on the hot drive back. Dr. Emerson says that to be alone ya got to leave yr buddies and yr studies. But he was a shark and a loon. Nothing except walking makes him feel more alone now than reading the reef of a dead mind.
Of this particular sensation, he thinks only an immigrant or the daughter of immigrants might understand his (quite elegant) incomprehension. Only someone with the memory of large city lights in the darkest part of her might breathe back a shimmering reply. Rapid fire! All these languages being spoken around him! Every shining one of them seems to know where he is going. To stargaze this way is to feel comforted by utter desolation. This, obviously, is why so many cultivate vegetables instead, or keep exotic birds. Pale flash his hands! But achieving these kinds of symphonic, cinematic effects requires, on
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