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moves slower, feels better.
maybe it's the negative ions
in salt air and water. or maybe there's a mass of energy, a tangle of
associations, repressions, and conditioning bound to the mainland which loses
its grip the second you step on the ferry and pull away. tourists sometimes
ask if the islands are floating. it's not an entirely stupid question. one
certainly feels less grounded, and, as the
earthquake showed us, solidity is an illusion. the
crust of the earth is shifting plates above a molten nickel-iron core and
the whole ball of wax is adrift in space, far from any shore. the drift of
islands is imperceptible. they seem to stay in place, just as we don't feel
any older at the end of even the slowest day.