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"The fog was where I wanted to be, half way down the
path you can't see this house. You'd never know it was
there. 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 and sounded unreal. Nothing was
what it is. That's what I wanted-to be alone with my self
in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide
from it self. I'd be on the harbor where the road runs along
the beach. I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog
and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking
on the bottom of the sea, as if I drowned long ago. As if I
was a ghost, belonging to the fog. And the fog was the
ghost of the sea.
Felt damn peaceful to be a ghost inside a ghost."

-Long day's journey into night, Eugene O'Neill, 1956


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