"THE DANIEL CORPORATION"

Thursday, February 01, 2007

i went back there. to the very same spot.it felt like shit you know. the moment i stepped out of the car it felt like shit.i sanitise my content for the sake of gOLDER readers.it was exactly the same.exactly.every nuance and minute detail. the bench was exactly where it was. the waves were gently lapping up the parially eroding bbeach. the break waters stood erect and un,oving.unfeeling and cold.the strangers mulling aroud were exactly that.strange.though noone rushed to my side this time.the sand was coarse dry and loose.there was some strwn on the walking path.again.though i removed some the last time with my hair.or alck of it.the music still floated through the air.upbeat.distant.present.an irony of sorts.miniscule violence against a stark background of fun and frolic.

footprints in the sand didnt get washed away.

it marked the rock.