THE LOVE HATE EXPRESSWAY

She is bravely buoyant upon the sundering sea as she bears me questing for proofs among the Isles of Idiom. Aboard there is a crew of only me and my beagle Salty. I steer the ship on the heaving waves and Salty listens to my meanderings, understanding my moods with his plaintive eyes. You are here too, though you understand much less and exist only in the corners of my reveries.

I am charting these waters and the isles they swaddle. I am good with a pen and a compass and hope to describe for you the contours of shorelines and the shapes of waves that caress them. If I should discover any proofs along the wayburied in the sand or wrecked upon the reefs or marooned in the island villagesI shall attempt to sketch them for you as well, though, as you have so often told me, I am not good with abstracts. Still, I will make the attempt, and perhaps in the effort you and I will come to some kind of agreement. Perhaps we will narrow the rift between us. Perhaps we will find each other again.

Dettagli