Sometimes, We All Feel Isolated

Is island life so bad?

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Sooner or later, everyone comes to the island.

You can see traces everywhere. Broken branches. Burnt black coals. Pale rags of toilet paper like forest ghosts.

There’s nobody here now. I drag my kayak, Aonaracht, up onto the beach. Toward the stand of trees on top of this rocky mound and…