He wanted to understand his place in
the world. He wanted to understand the premise of his life that
constituted a compromise of the internal conflicts of the mind. But he
also wanted peace of mind and he sank in with his ease until he was
asleep.
He woke on the hard orange chair inside the boat to a splash of
polluted water against his face. Once again he was staring at the
waters that gyrated against the boat. He watched the frothy mist from
the motion of the boat arise to the window-sized glassless hole that
was beside him. Again he was in the world of conflict and for a moment
he resented being there as if breathing and thinking deigned him. His
conflict was what he was doing now. He was continuing his part as the
absent employee and he worried about the consequences. He thought of
going back. All he had to do was step out onto any dock and wait for a
boat going in the opposite direction; but his legs were like stone. He
would not budge. The boat was moving forward and so would he. He
removed his sunglasses, put his hand into the water, scooped in a
residue of the moisture that did not fall from his fingertips, and
cooled the hot throbbing of the swollen blackish blue skin beneath his
left eye.
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