Home to the flood

I’m riding home on the train to an uncertain future. Questions — possibly unanswerable questions — swim amidst the dampness of my brain as the train meanders northeast along the coast. What is the state of our basement, I ask myself. How warm is it now that the heat is back on, I wonder. Will I finally be able to take a hot shower? These questions remain unanswered, and my future remains unknown.

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