Sometimes we can anticipate what comes next. A roomful of people, living always for a moment after the moment they’re in, do a good job of making themselves ghosts. Others walk the sidewalks on the edge of the harbor, their dreams remote though it can be fun to guess. I too have been half not here, the way the mind reshapes what is. There’s no mistaking the aircraft carrier, especially with a helicopter and a plane sitting on it. One deck below, the silver chairs of the ship’s tourist restaurant flash like bright stars that quickly flame out. One can not notice the grounds only by coming to accept what they are.
Fish sandwiches in paper used to be cheap. There’s a framework designed to create things as luxuries. It would be fun to be one of these people on a bike, one of whom passes me reminiscing loudly to her friends about islands she has visited. When hurrying, my body tenses in the direction of tasks it would rather not be doing. I’ve heard it’s possible to relax while hurrying.
Each instant is a question and a proposition, sliding along with the breeze off the water that shakes the greenery of the small plump pines.