The most terrifying thing I can think of

I’ll be gone long before the transaction becomes literal

It’s a photo of a power plant or factory of some kind looming over the water of Buzzards Bay just at the top of Cape Cod. It’s gray and raining and there’s a bike path with brightly painted lines curving off out of frame as if to suggest infinity and when I took it the day we clumped my father’s wet ashes onto the mossy rocks down there I thought it was…

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