Mysterious rain of dry yellow chaff on Ferry St. Did not occlude the sun, but replaced it. Strange reflections from the roadway.


Having walked all the way to Malden by foot, I went in search of the "strange reflections" of which I had heard mention. I can only say, beware the guile of light in this place — the refractions from the vertical waters cast the whole land in strange reverie and lulling deception. A maze of light descends, and you cannot but wander 'til you outdistance it.

— Astaroth L.