This is a life of sticks. Sticks go up and sticks go down. Sticks disappear and reappear through cabin doors. They are suspended from magnetic hooks or door handles. They are the medium of communication between crew and passengers, passengers and officers, officers and crew. They carry homemade movies, music, photos, or just plain text and are the means of e-mail from and to the ship.
Oh, yes. They look like sticks of chewing gum. Maybe that’s why they are called sticks.
Oh, yes. They look like sticks of chewing gum. Maybe that’s why they are called sticks.
1 comment:
will there be an epilogue to this trip. would love to hear the wrap up and return home part of the story.
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