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G.T.E [Jul. 31st, 2007|12:54 pm]

Hai-Tai(de) kept to the right lane throughout the entire hour long trip to Occanum, and from there up to Ithaca and then North-Westwards onto Geneva. Though the doctors had predicted only a month or two tops, Hai-Tai(de) had been seen driving and smiling and laughing, sometimes in the heat of the day and sometimes in the dewey chill of the night. 

At several roadside stops he begun to sense a great presence - one that America vowed to forget in the hopes that therein active forgetting woud be post-industrial success, would be salvation. However, despite centuries of such systematic repression The Great Presence still could be felt on a level akin to being too close to a bass amp, that kind of rumble and hum known only by having the blood and the cells vibrate. 

On one of those afternoons where the car seems hungrier than usual for the horizon's expanse and wisdom, Hai-Tai(de) passed a river whose waters suggested that even with all sins considered baptism would still be transformative enough to change a man's soul so much so that he himself would remark aloud the experience of letting go.

"What are you thinking?", The Loon asked quietly into his ear.
"mmm... I can't remember..." he began to say only to quickly fade into deep thought.
"...I can't remember the last time i felt my wrinkles so much. Wasn't i just a young one a few moments ago? wasn't i?"

The Loon knelt closer to Him when it heard this, and then laid its head on his lap.

"Sometimes i think i can't even hear my own life crashing. It's like the sight of a thousand shards of glass hurled through the air, and the smell of twisted metal and heat - but all in silence. The blood rushes all around - so eager to escape from the veins and onto the ground..."

His lip quivered a bit, and in the background all that can be heard is the sound of sparrows in the tops of trees and distant cars on the 414.

"Will you remember me?" He finally asked The Loon.

No, The Loon wordlessly spoke, and it was sure that it saw a train of warm tears fall from its companion's face.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he bade The Loon farewell and started to drive to a small town where he had heard existed an old church that still dealt with the ancient mysteries of guilt, thirst, and emptiness.