shut up

-on the 33rd floor (not of Happiness Ltd) sat on a piano stool and looking down at Boston, at the labyrinth next to the merry-go-round. The sea intrudes more than I tend to realise. Close to the glass, I can hear it talking to the stones. Quincy Market and piers-turned-parking-lots, cruise ships headed east.

Today I have been staffing a conference. Earlier, there was a panel about Europe, and when someone asked me the way to Europe I just pointed out across the harbour. /not big or clever

maybe people believe in benevolent gods because it's hard not to love somewhere at this height.