"that first night. we tucked ourselves far, far away from the world and all its abattoirs and decline. stella called our bed the drunken boat, and the phrase was just. we floated unintentionally. the dying being elsewhere was a kind of deliciousness, i don't want to deny. we wrapped ourselves in our escape, in the harsh lushness of georgian bay, in the quilt of our seperation. love is gorgeous when everybody else is falling to pieces. that first night, our marriage was as safe as any marriage had ever been. the drift imperceptible."
