Amid the hard-packed, online shit-strewn dirt at one hilly intersection on our way home today, illness this gleamed up at me.
Someone lost an ocean liner. You can hold it in your hand:
Sleekness, power and gross tonnage expressed in a few grams of blow-molded thermoplastic.
Somewhere, either a toddler lost track of a toy he hasn’t the attention span to miss, or a parent or nanny grew tired of picking it up and left it in the trash, leaves and street-dust – rudderless and adrift.
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