We’re in Chile, apparently, although nobody has time or a mind to going out. Perhaps we’re all still too saturated from seeing the grandeur of Antarctica; perhaps we’re plain old lazy. We spend a few hours tied to shore but hardly look over the railing. Our world exists entirely between the bulkheads; out there is a universe we’re only technically a part of.
At departure, a fleet of UFO’s emerges from the horizon. Some unusual natural phenomenon casts shadowy beams across their backs, as if somewhere out there the mother ship is calling us home. We don’t head her call. Lines are cast and we head north, meandering through the Chilean fjords, looking for definition.
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| UFO's over Punta Arenas, Chile |
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| Punta Arenas, Chile |
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| UFO's over Punta Arenas, Chile |
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| UFO's over Punta Arenas, Chile |
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