The sea is large enough to hold the several imaginary super-powered cephalopods I made as a child. It is a dark basin.

My skin is pale enough in the moonlight to pass for dead, if I hop into the water. The laptop will just have to go. But now the security feeds are still again. There are sand-flies.

A therapist might call it a childhood thing. One time I was called out of a lesson by a teacher, was slathered with accusations about not taking out the dustbin like I was supposed to.

I don’t remember much else – except that my reasons were met with compassion condescension and a lot of ‘those are excuses’. And later I realized she was watching my eyes likely because she’d reads the kind of websites that claim you can tell if people are lying if they look left instead of right.

I realized things like:
1.The whole system, however big, is just people.
2.Older people are just normal people with more problems

Now I’m waiting for a diverted cargo ship from China with an inventory including a crateful of swords.