o0o Saturday May 23, 1998, 1:39 p.m. o0o

Over the last ten days I have been contemplating the world and my place in in after I graduate. The role of consumerism and other American pursuits has also returned to the front of my mind.

Well I started writing a story yet untitled here read the opening and get a feel of what it'll be like.

It was the first time he had seen the ocean; the first time he heard waves rage against the man-made barrier that sheltered the marina. Ever since he was a young boy he had associated the image of sunny beaches and palm trees with the ocean, but now that postcard ideal faded into memory. With the gray sky, salt air, persistent winds, and white caps of the ocean that greeted him at the end of his pilgrimage replacing his ideal and making it complete.

Marcus was on the edge of the world; where Galveston, Texas, located on Galveston Island, kissed the salt water of the Gulf of Mexico. He arrived 4:48 Tuesday morning June 21. During his dusk to dawn journey Marcus traveled over 350 miles from his home in Durant, Oklahoma to the Gulf. Finally having succumbed to its siren's voice years after he first felt its call. He now found himself transfixed by the way the sky bleed into the horizon, the way the salt air pulled at his shirt and he fell in love.

Tell me what you thought of the opening.

I started reading Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time and have found it to be fascinating.

Well Whatever Good-Bye

- 1:50 p.m.

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