3. 5 inches of rain, the heaviest fall in Oregon in the last twenty-four hours of torrential flooding. Cannon Beach impassable, swathes of it coming down, the land indistinguishable from the whited out sea and the greycaps of the Pacific sky. We are huddled inside unit 11 of the Gearhart Inn, getting cabin fever, staring at the maps. Tomorrow we’ll go up to Mount Shasta, Leonard Cohen’s place of meditation. There are famous people, and then there are people you meet who have delved into the deepest corners of the psyche. It’s hard to tell which Cohen is. He’s pretty visible for a mystic, but then, so is the Dalai Lama.
I’m not sure about the distance from here to the Sargasso sea - doesn't show up on MapQuest. Plus the ashes are back in Miriam Cendrars’ bedroom. She’s gazing into something vaster, more bottomless than the Nares abyssal plain, the great submarine field that awaits us all, as seen from the Brittany coast. Brittany is like the Sargasso, very easy to fall into, impossible to escape.
The map shows the 1916 currents of the Atlantic charted by drift bottles. What are the odds of a drift bottle making it across the Atlantic from the Brittany coast to the Sargasso Sea.
One thing is sure. If it makes it there, it will never emerge again. Which is the precise goal of the expedition.
I’m not sure about the distance from here to the Sargasso sea - doesn't show up on MapQuest. Plus the ashes are back in Miriam Cendrars’ bedroom. She’s gazing into something vaster, more bottomless than the Nares abyssal plain, the great submarine field that awaits us all, as seen from the Brittany coast. Brittany is like the Sargasso, very easy to fall into, impossible to escape.
The map shows the 1916 currents of the Atlantic charted by drift bottles. What are the odds of a drift bottle making it across the Atlantic from the Brittany coast to the Sargasso Sea.
One thing is sure. If it makes it there, it will never emerge again. Which is the precise goal of the expedition.
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