a long time ago, i walked past a boat (out of the water) at the port of snape bridge, which is right next to the maltings, where i was going to a rehearsal. the boat, i idly noticed, was named ‘nadir’.

some time later i realised what a good name for a boat that is, since it is what all mariners hope for their craft, that it can go no lower. but i wondered if i had remembered it correctly.

back for the concert the next day, i went to check, but it had sailed, or vanished into the reeds, like the flying dutchman.

i suppose there is a register of names somewhere i could check, but i like it in this unresolved state, an untested anecdote neither true nor false.

i deny the {fiction : non-fiction} binary.

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