000002 #human Fear is rigid as ball bearings in the mud. People in cities going about cautioning each other; they are the faces of death and I hate them. Do I have to forgive them not to become one of them? This then is a most odious task and it lingers before me hugely, lapping like a pearl-grey sea, not peaceful though its quietness is vast. I must take off my shoes to feel the ribs of the beach. If I can touch this wetness even once, I can go home. It is night. Dogs and seaweed and bits of shells. No stars. We are lost.