Hunting and gathering are in my blood. But I've lived long enough to witness a diminution in the seas, and to notice a fragility where once I saw - or assumed - an endless bounty.

The desert is a spiritual place, we vaguely understand, and the sea the mere playground of our hedonism.

Doing nothing is making certain you lose. Which is just gutless.

People are fools, not monsters

And you can't help but worry for them, love them, want for them - those who go on down the close, foetid galleries of time and space without you.

Hunting and gathering are in my blood. But I've lived long enough to witness a diminution in the seas, and to notice a fragility where once I saw - or assumed - an endless bounty.

For every moment the sea is peace and relief, there is another when it shivers and stirs to become chaos. It's just as ready to claim as it is to offer.