today, probably, i caught a crab. in the rowing sense. metaphorically speaking.
more of a crocodile, really.
big, huge crabby croc. right under my metaphoric fragile boat.
oh, cosmic forces of your choice, what a feeling.
what a nauseatingly lonely, desperately sinking, overwhelmingly sad feeling this is.
i wish i could drown the crab. but i have a long work-day tomorrow. and that would not be the solution anyway.
and so i am back with the breton fishermen:
my boat is so small,
and the sea is so large.