A Hitchhike Through Heaven

Honeymooning in Hyperborea

The ‘winkles of Newfoundland all laugh in unison by the sandy bay. Mere rocks, tiny rocks, all filled with meat that flexes in spasms and fits; creatures suckling at the blood of the Atlantic Ocean in sleepy, giggling silence below her roiling surface — their trade is a merry one indeed. Like one-hundred-trillion tiny livers,