the angry sea
the sea is a body. sometimes the body is angry. sometimes i gather my angry thoughts in a tidal pool, waiting for the tide to come and take them away. if not my thoughts, my body.
the sea was angry that day, my friends - like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli. i got about fifty feet out and suddenly, the great beast appeared before me. i tell you, he was ten stories high if he was a foot. as if sensing my presence, he let out a great bellow. i said, "easy, big fella!"
↳ george costanza
