as he stood by the shore smoking he wondered’how pathetic is this sea..throwing out waves when nobody wants them..or maybe they are its plea for attention to anyone and everyone..but noone notices it..its plea for help..‘he shuddered.
He finished his cigarette and walked back home..all along the way he could not help but think about what the sea wanted to say,what it wanted us to hear..who is tormenting it..he smiled at his idea that the sea was similar to a bird trapped in a cage..’what is the cage and who built it?’
as he seated himself before the tv with the dinner on his lap he was still thinking of the sea..he shook his head and said to himself’madness is extended preoccupation’
he lived alone or rather as he would like to think no one to bother him..
He worked somewhere.he never remembered the place once he was out of it..
He met noone outside..he explained himself that he could not stand people’s stink..