Arrive at New Orleans, a city of ships, steamers, flatboats, rafts, mud, fog, filth, stench, and a mixture of races and tongues. Cholera, "some." [At] Planters' Hotel. Mem:Never get caught in a cheap tavern in a strange city.
On a late-winter evening in 1983, while driving through fog along the Maine coast, recollections of old campfires began to drift into the March mist, and I thought of the Abnaki Indians of the Algonquin tribe who dwelt near Bangor a thousand years ago.
Best time is the time spent alone with yourself in dark and fog, where the cold wind touches your face making it cold and giving your eyes the warmth of tears which rolls down on the cold cheeks. When you think about so many things and yet you try to forget and forgive.
The media and its indubitable legitimisations would echo for keeps, too, its conveyance of darkness and in the know of unhackneyed minds, acute to this stinky fog, we who have descended in the compass of hatred, thinking it warrantable, would be inseparable from the vile.