Crow of the Ocean - PART 1 OF 3
The following is a book I've been writing on the train for the past four months or so. I believe it's about a third of the way done right now. At the very least, the first act is done. Please enjoy. CROW OF THE OCEAN PART 1 It was a common refrain in the poetry of the time: the ephemeral sands of time or life or some such thing, consumed by the gentle swell of the lapping ocean. The idea was sound and the point poignant; the slow slipping of one regularity into another, always knowing that something had been lost, never knowing what. The idea must've seemed plausible to all those young romantics, cooped up in the smoky rooms of high artistic culture, a zeitgeist of weary youth dragging heavily on long wooden pipes. They struck an image in the public mind, courted celebrity as they openly decried its pursuit and fruits. In Anneli's mind, their foibles sparked thoughts and metaphors of such vivacity that the ocean was cast as the large puddle it truly was. She thought it...