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June 2, 2012
It is only at lunch that I arrive. Perhaps a proper meal was what I needed to put soul and body together. I wash the buttery fish down with a mouthful of rose. I feel my senses come awake, and my body gain proper, earth-bound weight. The world becomes palpable. Everything slides into place. Forms fill with substance, colours saturate, objects distant and neer slide into proper focus. I feel the air, the sun, the dust. I arrive.

Myman, who felt the same way, claims our sudden departure, a day earlier than anticipated, was the cause of our detachment.