Silent Hill

What I saw II. A typical Juneau Scene.

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I wake up on the ferry at one in the morning. Dreams melt.

My bed is a disgustingly brightly lit lounge with nasty brown seats that seek to jab and poke any vain hopes of comfort. My blanket is my rain coat worn backwards with the hood pulled up over my face like a fool. And that is all.

   We have docked into Juneau, Alaska's grand capital. A Silent Hill.

  Outside is rain, snow, trees and feeble lights in the darkness. Monsters.

  Very nice.

  I go back asleep.