When I was a child, there were three movies.
One had a
mermaid.
One had a
karate-chopping pig.
One had
hounds of hell who awoke from stone statues.
And over and over and over, until memorized.
So: it was a magical mythical land. Its spires and sprawl no less defiantly impossible.
One day, to stand there, to see them. To know.
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I came at the age of seventeen. From the ferry, I saw the
Twin Towers. I knew. Here, was my
density.
Now, another decade is past. And when I travel:
Stars and sky and
sea and sand. Nothing but natural. Yet it unnerves me. As though something waits to descend. To intrude.
I've become an agoraphobe, crippled by civilzation.
I think I need to
let go of too much everything.