Unmoored Tom Sharp

I might have been drunk, but I got myself home. Three in the morning, my houseboy was snoring and my door was locked. Too much responsibility! Too many things to forget! If I owned my own body, it would be a big relief to untie my mooring line and float down the Yangtze in my little boat, and make a life on the rivers and seas.

临江仙·夜归临皋 苏轼

夜饮东坡醒复醉,归来仿佛三更。 家童鼻息已雷鸣。 敲门都不应,倚杖听江声。 长恨此身非我有,何时忘却营营? 夜阑风静縠纹平。 小舟从此逝,江海寄余生。