After a walk on the beach in a hailstorm I found myself at home ripping and slicing as usual, but the results took my mind away to somewhere unexpected. With “a globular brain and a ponderous heart…” I was surprised to see the initial images of concrete had become as fishes, and rips as waves.
“And now the time of tide has come…”
Who knows how I am to finish this one? Do I push this new aquatic direction?
I could break free of the shackles of literature and actually spend more time at the beach for inspiration. “‘No sir, not yet,’ said Stubb.”
Damn you Herman Melville… you are not helping!