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 pier at Gulfport where riggings of shrimp boats are loose stitches
in a sky threatening rain. Cross over the man-made beach，
26 miles of sand dumped on a mangrove swamp - buried terrain of the past.
Bring only what you must carry - tome of memory its random 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