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Why can't I just be a beekeeper? These are the things I think about while packing to return to the city.

He said, don't you want to go back to the baltic? (That's where the beekeeping action is at.) Yes. Forever. But it's too soon. But it's good to be reminded that my destination exists. Physically, not some abstract concept of myself or my future -- (how arrogant is that). Just this pine-stinking beach with its meadows and bees and a graveyard in the sand and a tiny museum built out of overturned fishing schooners -- the giant wooden kind they used to use when fishing was a manual task.

That building smells of smoked tar and salty wood.

You guys should see Stalker, the Russian movie about the Zone. It's kind of like the baltic. You'll know what I mean when you see it.

First chill, then stupor, and then the letting go