Winds were heavy, and the boat was rocking back and forth, there alone in the middle of the sea. The ocean had swallowed all his clothes the night before. Sea monsters came and went and there he remained naked and amused, the boat was all he owned, and the sail was all he knew. Though aimless at times, from a bird’s eye view he was just another traveler. He relished in the depth of things and that’s all that mattered to him. In a world where nothing is permanent, he cherishes the moment with a savory detachment.
