The 1893 Worlds Fair.

I am wandering under neon light. I feel lonely and alienated. This giant consuming beast tugging at instincts within me I bearly understand. Miss Anthrop has helped me to understand. Later, many years later in Humboldt County I would understand the pleasure of spending money at the Fair. It is just what you did to show that you could. How her eyes would shine when I brought us corn dogs, curly fries, and two large cokes.

For now I have to keep my wits about me. I must keep my eyes on those Sailors who have recently landed at The Port. I can smell their foul breath laced with my name. I can feel the dirty smug conspiratorial converstaions taking place.

The Fair has always been a Market...this was the market of the future. How long would it last?

The White City.