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Gary Shteyngart: Crying Myself to Sleep on the Icon of the Seas - The Atlantic

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Seven agonizing nights aboard the Icon of the Seas

Listen − 1.0 x + Seek 0:00 1:00:00 Updated at 2:44 p.m. ET on April 6, 2024. This article was featured in the One Story to Read Today newsletter. Sign up for it here . Day 1 MY FIRST GLIMPSE of Royal Caribbean’s Icon of the Seas, from the window of an approaching Miami cab, brings on a feeling of vertigo, nausea, amazement, and distress. I shut my eyes in defense, as my brain tells my optic nerve to try again. The ship makes no sense, vertically or horizontally. It makes no sense on sea, or on land, or in outer space. It looks like a hodgepodge of domes and minarets, tubes and canopies, like I

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