Body doing what it wants to and thus sleep from three to eleven in the morning even though it hardly seemed necessary to lie there that long. Seemed, mentally anyway.

Early in the sojourn I jumped ship because the captain was insane. I seemed to be Russian, and the port seemed Canadian.

There were plenty of subsequent scenes but the memory of them is spotty and it doesn’t matter anyway. We have all we need to begin.

What does the ship symbolize, and the insanity, and the captain? (I think those questions almost answer themselves.)

More importantly, where is this Canada … is it even real, in the waking world? I doubt it rather deeply. It’s only a willing state of mind.

It’s a vast unknown of course, and I have very little useful language to bring to it. It’s also essential that it’s almost random, rather than a chosen place. I wasn’t telling the ship where to go. I only seized blindly at the opportunity when it came.

Perhaps the lesson is simply to remain ready to recognize opportunity when it presents itself.

Age makes this harder and harder but that is not a valid excuse.