Seeing Forever

The quiet of the ocean was deafening as duke sat on the silky sand.

He looked out onto the ocean and thought about the shores opposite this one that he'd sat on and had this same moment picturing this same shore.

On other beaches, however, the towers of tokyo rose behind him; the minarettes of Kathmandu enclosed him like great looming dragons of protection. He pictured the children of the streets of hong kong being recruited by shady teenagers who brought their futures into a world of organized crime.

At last thought, he remembered the Seine and the woman he'd left behind on the land locked city of paris. His book sat beside him and dug into the sand with these and all his memories. The day grew colder and a pain in his left arm brought the darkness. What a wild life we have for it all to dwindle so stupidly. He took one last swig of kaluha and slumped over into legend.