desire to escape from the chaos in New York I get lonely on the first bus to Massachusetts. My goal is laughing Newburyport, a town famous for the usual ocean whale watching. We sail for hours without even a mullet is worth coming to the surface. But while fiddling with a piece of whalebone resigned withered uncontrollable emotion comes over me. 24 hours ago I was in the grip of rampant agoraphobia that only Times Square can cause. Now I'm in the middle of the ocean on the "Prince of Whales" (dreadful pun), surrounded by a group of cetaceans that huge splash with their typical spray "from the whale." I made an expression numb from the wind and sticky nature of this so perfect. The shutter of my digital camera stops working on its own climax and forces me to capture those images with all my 5 senses. Completely confused I return to the chaotic New York. And when the bus leaves me at Times Square and close my eyes I see the sea.
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