Living for the Revel (catvalente) wrote,
Living for the Revel
catvalente

Crossing

Dear Reader, I am sitting on the ferry, surrounded by fog, with lobsters in a bag at my feet, listening to Rilo Kiley and sipping a pumpkin latte, waiting for this ersatz barge to Avalon to bear me home to hearth and hounds and heart.

What is this thing my life has turned into? The ships in the harbor last night sang foghorns back and forth to each other, and the gulls kept time. On the ferry this morning I heard a man reading Alice in Wonderland to his daughter, while I read Count Zero.

Everything seems suddenly so rich and dense with meaning...
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