I was stuck in Port Ticonderoga, proud bastion of the common-and-garden variety button and of lower-priced long johns for the budget-minded shoppers. I would stagnate here, nothing would ever happen to me, I would end up an old-maid like Miss Violence, pitied and derided. This at the bottom was my fear. I wanted to be elsewhere, but I saw no way to get there. Once in a while, I found myself hoping that I would be abducted by white slavers, even though I didn't believe in them. At least it would be a change...
The narrator expresses a feeling of stagnation while stuck in Port Ticonderoga, a place she describes as a hub for mundane goods and low-cost clothing. This setting embodies her fear of becoming trapped in a monotonous life, drawing a parallel to Miss Violence, who represents a life that others view with pity. The narrator’s sense of despair stems from her desire for change and the fear that she might remain unfulfilled and isolated.
