You can get there from here， though there's no going home.

    Everywhere you go will be somewhere you've never been.

    Try this：head south on Mississippi 49，

    one- by-one mile markers ticking off another minute of your life.

    Follow this to its natural conclusion - dead end at the coast，

    the pier¹ at Gulfport where riggings of shrimp² boats are loose stitches

    in a sky threatening rain. Cross over the man-made beach，

    26 miles of sand dumped on a mangrove³ swamp - buried terrain⁴ of the past.

    Bring only what you must carry - tome of memory its random⁵ blank pages.

    On the dock where you board the boat for Ship Island，

    someone will take your picture：the photograph - who you were - will be waiting when you return