The Dream-Found Still

---12.06.1999---

Hmm, it’s been over a week since I’ve written anything. I’ve spent the last week putting my graphic design website together. My next step is to publicize what I’m doing and try to drum up some business. I’ll keep you posted.

The most pleasing memory of the last week was recorded on top of a modest granite outcrop on the edge of Periglis Cove, opposite the boat shed. Phillip, his friend of his from London, and I clamored up there in the dark after a night at the pub. I found a small grassy bit and leaned my head back between two lichen-covered stones and stared at the unending sky. It was so nice—me, the lichen, the wind rushing in off the ocean, and lighthouses scanning from every distant corner, giving the impression of a giant disco from horizon to horizon. And there we were, elevated in the center of it all, in the giant, dream-found still. I stayed there, cold but warm, staring, and left only much later, after Phillip and his friend had left, after it had begun to rain.

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Jon’s been off island. In his absence, we moved his sailboat from its spot near Periglis Cove to a nearby field for the winter. Eh... I’ll tell you about it later. I’m kind of in a funk tonight. I think I’ll give up in favor of another day.