Word: fogged
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...doesn't work very well in a serious life. The thing about the present is precisely its confused instability, its blurriness, its sleight-of-hand. Now you see it, now you don't. It is a fog of particles in motion, a montage of denial and fantasy and sidelong perception. And therefore a most congenial medium for the current President...
...from the center of town and 360 ft. below the rim of the pit, threatening one day to spill into an underground aquifer and send a tide of contaminants seeping into neighborhoods and creeks across the Summit Valley. Some people are concerned about a shroud of morning mist and fog--a product of the lake--that envelops parts of the town. "All that moisture has to be carrying bad things in it," says worried restaurateur Buck Loomis...
...morning was originally clear, but as the bus rumbles across the Charles on Harvard Bridge, fog obscures the downtown skyline. The clouds look dry, like a blanket, which may explain why there's no rain in this haze. Most of the passengers get off at Newbury Street and more depart at the Symphony and Orange Line stops. A few blocks after the last Orange Line sign, the doors open and since each corner appears a little more run-down than the last, my survival instinct prompts me to get off before the bus goes any further. The sign...
...block east on Tremont Street, a stone church tower pierces the fog. The doors of New Hope Baptist Church open and several well-dressed black ladies descend its well-worn concrete steps. An aging but lively woman says a deaconess meeting has just adjourned, and, like a good deaconess, she smiles and adds, "Come back tomorrow, and then you'll really have a story. We have a great service--you should bring your friends...
...getting darker. More fog has settled in the intersection, blowing between buildings on either side of the street, as if the roofs are supporting the edges of a luminous cloud. A drunken man stumbles by, singing in a foreign language. Again, instinct says it's time to head back to the Square. Old number one pulls up a few minutes later and in minutes I'm back at Holyoke Gate where the journey began...