This is what I woke up with, not sure where it came from:

“The ocean lives in front of him. It’s constant, but shows up each day disguised as something else. From the angry, gun-metal grey waves forcing their way onto the beach to the placid stillness mimicking the horizon, it does nothing to ease his uncertainty.

There are no new anxieties, just those reused and recycled from one generation to the next. Knowing that just adds to his fear of insignificance – itself typical and undifferentiated. He should know better than to sit alone. Left to himself his thoughts have a tendency to gang up and beat the shit out of him.”

That’s all I got.

In other news, I’m going to take some time off from writing the daily 300 word thing. It may come back, it may not. Thank you for reading, and commenting. I have really appreciated the encouragement. I’ve got over 600 of the little essays to mine through to see if there is anything worth pursuing. Wish me luck.

Much love and peace.