waiting for a reading to start when there's nobody coming anyway is like waiting for the tide to make some meaning of the beach the sea does not know or care what the beach even is let alone its cares or its troubles its little nagging under-the-skin annoyances that make the beach the beach sandworms for example or those crabs with big pincers on one side but not the other those really get the beach's gander up but the sea does not care the sea only wants to caress the beach with its soft arms to tell the beach how much it is loved by the sea that complex of water salt and the moon's gravity the mercury rising up and down slowly like a yawn the sea only cares about itself the beach lays there and takes it