You're
sitting
on
pier.
It
is
early
mor-
ning.
Sea
rhytmically
disturbs
your
ears.
You're
alone.
Cool
wind
breathes
creating
tiny
waves
on
water.
You
can't
hear
nothing
but
sea
waves.
It
makes
your
mind
clean.
You're
thinking
about
past
and
future.
You
could
be
anywhere,
but
not
here.
The
general
emptyness
of
this
place
makes
it
impossible.
You
feeling
so
comfortable,
so
good
here.
You
just
can't
leave.
You're
thinking
about
all
the
world
that
surrounds
you,
where
it
come
from,
about
each
detail
of
it.
You're
thinking
about
things
that
you've
made
and
things
that
you
could
make
in
future.
You're
reminding
all
the
bad
and
good
-
just
bright
moments
of
your
life
-
analysing.
You're
dreaming.
Nothing
can
stop
your
thoughts.
But
out
of
nowhere
you
hear
noise.
It
becomes
louder
and
louder.
When
it
begins
to
crush
your
dreams,
you
wondering,
that
sun
is
shining
very
bright,
that
it
is
not
morning
anymore,
that
you
surrounded
by
a
lots
of
people.
Now
you
have
to
leave
this
place,
but
only
until
next
morning...