September
is a boat trip. We glide over the gardens of Houston, telephone booths,
rooftops and river networks of freeway. Before and After took so little time. We
skirt the underwater roads of Mumbai. Now everything flows. In our
glass-bottomed boat we take in the exotica without touching a thing. It’s brown
all around that colour, when the rain clears. We don’t like to think it might be
us next. We keep looking down into the shallows for the next feed, some sign of
relief. Mooring also is easy, just open a new screen, switch to email, or Shut
Down.
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