Relationships and society in general are like a ship, and I’m the man beside it in a dinghy drifting not anchored and untethered. I’m more focused on what is going on inside my boat that I don’t notice I’m drifting away. I look up occasionally and see the ship getting smaller and smaller, but I’m not concerned. The ship appears empty. Eventually, it slips over the horizon. I miss its presence, its shape in my space. But it’s gone, so I tend to the things in my small boat.
My dinghy has an outboard motor, but really, where the hell am I going?
