i could be broadcasting this to you from anywhere in the world, i'd rather be broadcasting from the gulf coast of Florida, knee deep in sea weeds rather than ankle deep in snow, but the homeland is not far out of reach. holding onto the sea is not a healthy activity, it will drive one to the brink of madness. you heard what happened to the man who lived by the tides, no? at least that's what i thought until the door of a red honda civic shut and locked.
making the bed and erasing any evidence i'd been there at all, i packed up and left a note on the table before locking the door behind me. six days felt like fifteen and my legs weren't ready for the cold they'd fleed from. somethings will make themselves known to a person after a couple days with soft sand between their toes.
as for the point i am beating around the bush trying to make: sometimes the human heart can take the shape of an orange, fall on fake cement, and wake up with condensation on the windows on a guest room in Ybor City. it is a hard concept to grasp, let alone practice: being in two places at one time, but the air and sea can make it happen if you use their messages the right way*
he's on the right track:
see you in seat 13A bright and early......
lowt
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