i was really tired and wanted to just sit on a slab of concrete tipped into the sea and read fathoms and there was a solitary crow and a solitary duck and a few solitary gulls and then two snorkelers i recognize from before corona but i acted solitary as i was and wanted to be. 
i was thinking some pictures seem to say why look at me? i think that too and then i look at my shadow that seems to say look at me, animate yet part of everything the sun casts me upon. the word fathom ( i love this book, by the way, i want to carry it around with me, i want someone to ask me about it, though i'm solitary and a book indicates solitude) the word fathom used to mean, still does i guess, a unit of measurement for water, but it's kind of archaic, now it means usually a way of measuring the immeasurable. everything being measured and much lost, we try to fathom where we are and where we might be inexorably, unfathomably, going. whales embody the feeling of sounding out in the depths of the ocean, of somehow fathoming the unfathomable, though they are filling with all the toxins and toxic exponential product we can produce, skeins of plastic parts fill them in where in olden times people feared being swallowed. maybe i'll stop now, maybe i'm too tired to make sense.