We don’t really have any locks here, so it must have been the keys to the boat that I misplaced. How do you get to an island without a boat? Swim dare you say! What about the sharks? The sharks are always about. You are always keenly aware of the sharks and yet at the same time question their very existence. The sharks are always about. We are but chum. We are the fantasy. Allowed to drift long enough we create an island of what ever the rabble lets float away, and the rabble only holds whatever is in the moment, we are of tomorrow, not of today. I lost my fucking keys.