kayak 2005 mark II

This is a picture of me, in a kayak, in Milford Sound, on the southwest coast of the south island of New Zealand, on the evening of July 22nd, 2005.

I know it is me, because Kristina tagged it with a note that said "Tim hangin out solo".

The rest, I was able to figure out because of a thing called "context".

Or wait, maybe it was the context that I was able to figure out from the details.

But then how did I arrive at the details, if not the context?

I am confused, because I am no longer mentally virile.

Maybe it is that I have a memry. Maybe memry+context=presently.

When you figure it out, light two candles, one lavender-scented and one that's like berries. Set them each at your mountaintops, and let them burn until they are going out. When they go out, there will be a trail of smoke. The trail of smoke will travel up into the atmosphere. The wisps of smoke will travel latitudes and longitudes. The wisps of smoke will travel for weeks in the sky. The wisps of smoke will find each other, will congregate against all odds with the smoke of all of the other burnt-out candles from all of the other mountaintops. There will be a haze of used-to-be-lavender, and used-to-be-berries, hovering just above a very certain geography. The smoke will organize into a column in the atmosphere, resembling an obilisk.

I will exit the front door of my own very certain geography. I will catch sight of a dark dense obelisk in the sky, moving quickly towards me, and all of a sudden things will occur to me.

And then I shall cough.