Totoka River keep cool but care

@Yunxu

fact: it was a coast.
also a fact: it wasn't his coast. 

no navy veterans here drunk under their dry rot riddled porches, no warm centres of presbytarianism where everyone went and mingled, no bars full of seamen trying to remove each other's teeth by way of kicking each other in the mouth with their seaboots...i think i'm feeling what the professionals call nostalgia. see, there was nothing but rain and the mist that came just after or just before.

lord. he spoke out of the corner of his mouth, because the other corner was occupied by a blade of grass chewed halfway to liquid. where am i?

cue god, with his cumolonimbus beard, parting the clouds like curtains. i swear cillian, if i knew, i would tell you. exit god, closing the clouds. also, you're imagining me. you should eat something.

his head dropped to the ground. he cradled the earth. it felt good against his cheek even though he knew he had to clean all of it off later. for a while it was just him and the seascape far away as the bloated river droned on and on. i think i'm feeling what the professionals call melancholia.