Where The Sidewalk Ends

The other day I was walking downtown for a meeting, when I reached the end of the world.

. "This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but at the corner of Battery and Maple"

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“This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but at the corner of Battery and Maple.”

I found myself drawn to the blankness, walking out on Perkins Pier and looking into the vast expanse of nothing.

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In that moment, I felt hopelessly small. Helpless, even. I was a tiny, insignificant dot on an immense lake, on a massive continent, on a gigantic planet that barely registered an existence in the overwhelming enormity of space. I was forgotten, forsaken, and lost.

Actually, I was just really fucking cold. I made that other stuff up.

Interestingly, this is what that view normally looks like:

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It’s a significantly less existential but definitely warmer experience.

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