Wait, Sea (1/3)
09 June 2010 at 7:38 pm
We were shrouded in fog sitting underneath twelve flights of stairs, and we could see just enough of the waves
breaking at our feet to know what was underneath us, but everything beyond existed in theory. It was all gradient shades of gray but for the white of the waves: movement arbitrarily commanded by a finite number of forces produces chaos.
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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.