The ghost belonging to the fog

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“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. 
You’d never know it was here. 
Or any of the other places down the avenue. 
I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t 
meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. 
Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. 
Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land.
 The fog and the sea seemed part of each other.
 It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. 
As if I had drowned long ago. 
As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea.
 It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”
― Eugene O'Neill

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