The ocean stays the same
The view of an ocean never changes. Niether time nor weather alters its horizon, it stays the same, as it has always been, and it could be situated just about anywhere in the world.
It reminds me of LA. My parents came here from Italy, Avy's father was Swedish, I have friends from Japan, Australia, Mexico and France, all with different cultural heritages and habits. Isn't it strange how we all ended up in this city where the seasons never change and everything is measured in money and appearence.
In one sense it's a good thing that people are free to go wherever they want, in another it feels like the end of some imaginary road. A final destination, a last resting place for the soon-to-be dead.
The City of Angels. How ironic.