There’s these little creatures along the shore of the ocean that live in tiny shells burrowed into the sand and when the waves jump up along the edge they’ll sometimes pull too much back and expose them. But these little monsters dig back in, no matter how many times it happens. I know they don’t think, but what if they did? Their mind would be a running track of the most frantic and paranoid optimism.
Can you be less specific?
I’m getting darker. I was born a cynic, I guess it comes back.