diary draft entries made in my phone about the trip before my phone died:
” this morning, because we couldn’t sleep for fear of strange eyes and hands, we made a break for the coast.
this morning, sunrise on the cliffs of maine, behind a sighing lighthouse, we climbed a fence to where there was only ocean and rocks. watching the sun rise above the fog, the mist roll out, there are no words. Then a beach, cracked and flat and fractured, like an alien landscape, and the waves would crash, and i felt the blood in my veins settle.”
” Sneaking into hotel rooms, sleeping in our car, stealing kisses at dawn on the edge of the world, all the stars, sweating and crying and my sunburnt right arm from trying to touch the sun.”
