The Cedar Point Lighthouse is an historical outpost on the outskirts of an abandoned amusement park. We parked the rowboat outside and gazed at it admiringly in the setting sun: more brown that green, shorter in person, stunning with those movie star good looks that strike you down on first impression because you can barely believe such a lighthouse exists in reality.
Come dawn, Constable had informed me that the amusement park was in fact not abandoned and was very much in operation. The lighthouse too was looking much more realistic in the daylight, like a movie star making a guest appearance on a home improvement reality show. We decided to split our sandwich budget and indulge in tickets, to while away the day at the park.
This was a welcome interlude to Constable and I's troubles. We split the amusement park rides forlornly by ourselves, zooming up and down and in every direction, staring wistfully at the memory of where we imagined each other to be while imagining what we would say to each other if we ever saw each other again while knowing that we never would even if we did.
But the island is small as the day is long, so at the bar that night we sat down to compare notes: Many winds and curves in the rides, to the point that one is forced to confront one's relationship with gravity and the inner locust of control. It's locus. No, I brought one back in a jar. Look. It's locus of control. Where did you get that? None of your business. The children struck an admirable balance between formality and raucousness, giving new meaning to business pleasure. Business casual. Business pleather. No one would wear pleather to an amusement park. No one would bring their hired horse to an amusement park but here you are. You're not paying me.
We drank away the rest of the evening, meandered back to the boat, and Constable smoked a cigar to get himself in the mood to shoot off one of his signature lullabies:
I do not wish to be seen. Others have Taunted me with claims that this would be love But I disbelieve them - for what kind of Kindness would hold me hostage from above? I will not perseverate on this though I do and I wonder whether this is Love or if the world was created to Drive me mad in the hope that I would miss The signs that tell me which way I should doubt Until its id's gaze turns me inside out.
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Apologies for my last review, in which I mistakenly called my Vampire Weekend couple's therapist Scott Baio. His name is apparently* Chris...
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