You'resittingonpier.Itisearlymor-
ning.Searhytmicallydisturbsyourears.
You'realone.

Coolwindbreathescreatingtinywaves
onwater.Youcan'thearnothingbutsea
waves.Itmakesyourmindclean.

You'rethinkingaboutpastandfuture.
Youcouldbeanywhere,butnothere.The
generalemptynessofthisplacemakesit
impossible.Youfeelingsocomfortable,so
goodhere.Youjustcan'tleave.

You'rethinkingaboutalltheworldthat
surroundsyou,whereitcomefrom,about
eachdetailofit.You'rethinkingabout
thingsthatyou'vemadeandthingsthat
youcouldmakeinfuture.You'rereminding
allthebadandgood-justbrightmoments
ofyourlife-analysing.You'redreaming.

Nothingcanstopyourthoughts.Butout
ofnowhereyouhearnoise.Itbecomes
louderandlouder.Whenitbeginsto
crushyourdreams,youwondering,thatsun
isshiningverybright,thatitisnot
morninganymore,thatyousurroundedbya
lotsofpeople.Nowyouhavetoleavethis
place,butonlyuntilnextmorning...