Children were laughing and jumping in the shallows. Tanned young men went splashing in carrying surfboards to paddle out to the big ones. Lifeguards were running to where you floated clockwise, nibbled by minnows. I wanted to comfort children. I was left like desire west encircling the earth to the far, far east where the sky changes shape and throws out Typhoon Yang, more powerful than a cyclotron.
Words also change shape and unravel.
The truth unravels into assumptions. I know it. I walked back to Movie City. I sank a slow parade of footprints in the brown crust of the shore. A tiny surge of water smoothed the footprints clear.