Erik Anderson: from The Opening of the Island

Fall '09 TOC

Here is the last image I have of the island. Driving toward the ferry—or was it a bridge?—the rain was heavy, or there was fog. Looking back one last time, I saw the image of the island rising in the sideview mirror. Minutes later, I was still looking at it—and the image of the island in it—when I collided with a parked car. My mirror with its mirror.

What the image means—one mirror colliding with another—I can’t be sure. What remains of it in me—having left the island long ago—is the look on my face when it shattered.

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Not Enough Night
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