Dearest Gentle Reader,
One must question an experience as grand as the Stevens Shuttle.
Could something so divine even manifest in a reality as tarnished as our own?
Today my expectations were not only blown away but elevated beyond the point once thought possible. My travel experience this night, the thirty-first of August in the year two thousand and twenty four, anno domini, was truly magnificent. As I ambled out into the cold, unfeeling streets of Hoboken, New Jersey, surrounded by numerous ne’er-do-wells, I was met by the warm, angelic light emanating from a solitary black van.
Our eyes interlocked in the soft glisten of the rearview mirror. His clandestine gaze offered me bodily comfort on this humid summer night.
As we traversed the softly lit avenues of this here township, I was whisked into a etherial realm of ecstasy and wonder. My singular reproach twas that his grizzled visage could not face me at all times. None the less I was enraptured.
The colossal waves of sorrow that washed over my body as I was forced to depart from his presence, have resided within my soul ever since. Without him, the road laid ‘fore me resembled only the damned expanse of Tartarus. However, I hold comfort in the words he bestowed upon me-self. A soft response to a cracked goodbye … “You too”.
Wherefore am I, a mere mortal being, worthy of the presence of such a pillar of the modern world.
-J.H. Cromwell
Dedicated to my love,
my life,
my only,
A.A.
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