I can’t go home until I learn something

July 12, 2024 1:22 PM

Fog fills spaces, like water or darkness. Like grief. I am in Souris, a fishing town of a few hundred on the northeastern edge of Prince Edward Island. In my left hand is a paper cup of lukewarm coffee. In my right is a brown bag with a breakfast I no longer want. The paper is stamped with the bright phrase, “bonne journée!” Have a good day! I’m not having a good day. The tire Nick had cautioned me about is the least of my concerns. My motorcycle won’t start. from‘I’m Not Sure What I’m Doing Here’ by Emily Zebel [Longreads]
posted by chavenet (3 comments total)

I was in Souris just 2 days ago on my moto on way to Iles de la Madeleine where I is now. Off to read the article.
posted by whatevernot at 1:31 PM on July 12 [2 favorites]

Nova Scotia is a thousand greens—a thousand little conversations
[prince edward island.ca:] magical; red earth bleeding, into water
posted by HearHere at 2:47 PM on July 12 [3 favorites]

Note the article includes description of suspected suicide.
posted by sillyman at 5:42 PM on July 12 [1 favorite]