We’ve wanted to visit Boston since my first NecronomiCon (2017), but, unfortunately, didn’t have a chance of doing so. That’s why we decided to somewhat extend our stay, even though we both are extremely busy with our work.
In the early morning (we are still a bit jet lagged, waking up at 5.30 isn’t a big deal) it became obvious that the forecast had suddenly changed drastically, and instead of breezy weather with intermittent drizzles we got a bleak day full of showers and lower temperatures (around +20/21 against the usual +29). It was a bit off-putting but it didn’t change our decision to enjoy Boston.
Gosh, what a journey it was: when we left the hotel the rain was pouring, and our train (a very slow one) crawled towards Boston through the wall of showers. Never mind, we thought, never mind: after all, there was a chance to check out our (non-existent) Britishness outside the Mothership, and so we did.
Boston left me in awe: what a work of genius the city is! The mixture of Georgian houses and Brutalist skyscrapers whose tops completely disappeared in the fog, were remarkably striking and reminded me of all Expressionist and Futurist poetry, from George Trakl to e. e. cummings, I’ve read until now.
Abd then, there was a harbour—very gloomy and beautiful in that unmistakable Lovecraftian sense: once you saw a ferry, you know that it takes you to Salem, but then to Innsmouth, because that’s how it should be.
Boston, pristine and colossal, old and new, is forever in my heart, and we must come back here.
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