And they did.
And the grog bottle, though I didn't drink, showed me a vision anyway: the last person who did. They sat here alone, watched the stars spin, and chose to lie down in the tent not because they were broken, but because they were tired of pretending not to be. And they did
May we all find such a camp. Such a grog. Such a coconut. Such a laying down. though I didn't drink
When I left, I took nothing but a coconut shard and the memory of a man—or a ghost, or a version of myself—who once had the courage to stop walking and simply be undone in a tent, under a sky that didn't need him to be okay. watched the stars spin