by Jack Conway
SURFING THE TSUNAMI
We dream dreams of being cool and fast, you know, surfing tsunamis and hang gliding over volcanoes. Everybody learns the early bird catches the worm, but somewhere out there a feral cat is on the prowl. When handing out prizes for this and that, we receive a tiny plaque commending us for using plastic wrap. Still, we dream dreams of being cool and fast, you know, waiting for the tides to rise and the wind to blow. David Platt, ‘Emergence’