I’m thinking of abandoning the life boat. It’s a leaky mess and I lost the oar. There used to be a name written on the side, but I’ve forgotten what it said. Aspiration or Ratiocination or something with a lot of syllables. This would be easier if I hadn’t lost my life jacket too. It kept me warm, which isn’t easy with this fog and I just can’t get dry. Cold and hungry and thirsty isn’t helping, but I wonder sometimes, what if the fog lifts and there’s a ship nearby, or an island where I could live. Is that too much to ask, for a little clarity and a place to call my own?