Flapping about in the dust

A fish, torn from the water by a fisherman’s hook, lies flapping on the ground. It does not know why the current situation does not work, but it just doesn’t. And all the flapping in the world will not resolve the situation, but the fish goes on flapping.

I look around and see a lot of flapping going on… I see it in the mirror particularly. But unlike the fish, I know that I’m flapping. I know the current situation does not work, and I long for the ocean – if I could only work out what the ocean was FOR ME. How about you? Been flapping much lately? What’s the ocean for you – do you know? Are you looking, or have you, like the fish, become contented with flapping…