My uncertainties drift away. The Ocean and I we immediately recognized each other. It didn't take me long to go down Sunset Boulevard meandering through the villas, towards the horizon of the Pacific Ocean. My elation is boundless when driving my machine on the Pacific Coast Highway, heading towards Malibu. On those piers, benches and tables are provided, there are also sea-food restaurants and a few shops.
People sell hooks for fishermen and souvenirs for the tourists.
I ate pranws and chips, turning my back to America and casting sidelong glances towards China. Perfectly happy, yet mortal in the daylight having within arm's reach the whole beauty of the world. All along the sea, between Santa Monica and Venice, people stroll and skate. People run, meander, slide on the surface of one's own life. Or rather, of life, just like that, which no longer seems to be someone's.