Come night, the water turned thick and heavy and black. I entered and it made way. In the deep I sensed that what lurked beneath was alive with intent. You have to be vigilant, I told myself, because perhaps the point is that there is no point: that the sea, its bright and its dark, is not concerned with human yearning. And that people get shot or do not get shot, fishermen drown or do not drown, according to the same logic of nature’s insouciance.
