Head-space

On his lunch break, David liked to ponder upon the exaggerated place humans assigned to themselves in the universe. 

He tried to be at one with the ocean. 

He strived to blend in with nature, with no sense of superiority over that passing seagull, or that gust of wind, or the electric flash of that mullet beneath the surface. 

He relished the smell of the gentle marine breeze in his avid nostrils. 

He tasted the saltiness of the sea with each pore of his skin. 


But most of all, he was wondering what the fuck could possibly hold up Paul, whose turn it was to fetch the Big Mac meals, with supersized French fries and diet Coke.