A friend leant me a book about projecting—effecting an out of body experience. I attempted to read it just now. The attempt was a failure. I picked up a few good lines in a short time, though.
Projecting myself from here to there, to drop the book off. Down Page, through Westport, curving downward into the valley, past the small airport blinking here and there in the night, to the river, seeing it sidelong, the casino standing sentry along it, looking north, all the water moving that way between here and there before winding its way east and losing itself all south, into another river. I've had dreams that have explored this question but never answered it. Past the river—. No, the OBE ends at the river. Best to keep it short, and what exists beyond the river anyway...
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