chop at terrible beach, strange waves as i watch the ocean and keep a line on the horizon where three whales swim by. for a moment i am cast back thousands of years to times when aboriginals hunted whales. i see them at the lookout across the bay but then time skids back to now.
it's cold, i dunno what happened by somewhere along the line the temperature just plummeted and i'm wrapped up in faux tiger skins and fur like a wild creature from an ice planet, there's no warmth to be found even in the sun. 
i discovered a food i like, it's called pocky. japanese packet so i have no idea what ingredients constitute a pocky but i can tell by eating it's a cross between a thin biscuit   half coated in green tea that tastes like chocolate. i eat the packet and later look up the website to see if i've eaten anything i may regret. oh yeah, chemical city. however there is something to be said for these pocky, even as a simple food delivery system the design is flawless. if only they were natural flavours. the only english apart form pocky are the words 'share happiness.'
seems like a good idea.