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  • Writer's pictureJames Kidac


Maybe it is my memory failing me, but at some point her concerns faded into the background whereas I found myself walking down a familiar bricked exposed spiral stairs that led towards the floor below, and in true fashion the doors were designed to look like those of a destroyer, the wheeled handle and all. I pushed against the door and it opened to a room with carpets and yellow light. In front there was a console where a bunch of people were being lectured on. It was a curious sight, more university than a cruise. They were being taught about corporate structures and they felt a docked cruise was a nice way to engage the corporate minds. I was alone.

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