The line of fog and sun today was right at Newport and Hospital Road. At 4 pm I drove into it at 40 mph and immediately the temperature dropped ten degrees and I was visiting a socked-in fishing village to get my neuroelectrics adjusted.
Two hours later, I’m in my car in the D’s parking lot and this time the fog is inside my head, too.
The cake said “eat me” and the bottle said “drink me”. Everything’s been different since I did.
