… to get there you simply float out your door;
Take a sharp right, then go right once more.
Go far from the centre, drift along by the river;
Shrug off the strange chill that gnaws at your liver.
Follow the rails past boarded-up stores,
Avoiding the puddles where the ice never thaws.
Pull your coat tightly, wind your scarf rightly;
Flee those dark thoughts that come to you nightly.
Ignore the stray dogs that nip at your heels,
And their breath as sour as distant ice fields.