London fog- The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. Never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked & sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted, to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue & life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land.