THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Beatnik's Log: 1

I have been lost at sea for almost two months now. I write this entry using only a simple laptop I found adrift near what I believe may be the Marshall Islands in the southern Pacific Ocean.
I am in a constant state of benign lethargy as I scan the horizon in search of any signs of ...[Fill in the Blank].
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