The jellyfish here look like turtles. I assume. I have not seen either yet but when near the ocean I think all crazy. we took a car ferry to an island. then we drove to the other side. the beach was a haze of fog. I saw a cactus in Montana I wish they were here too. However, all I have seen were slugs. ones as long as small garden snakes. The fog from a peninsula far away moves quickly. we jump towards the ocean in our underpants. the world becomes a haze. the fog shelters us from the giant people. roaming the sand the sticks piled near the top of the coast. they seem euphoric from the distance. this makes us feel the same. When walking along the water it has receded. very thin layers brush the sand. if you focus only on the clouds in the reflection, it feels like your floating. we talk for a long time, like this while walking until we reach a flock of seagulls I run after them as if I am a small child who hasn’t yet realized how futile this may be. they fly up and around, away, and back. I had split the group into two separate groups and sort of felt bad. they watch me a little more closely the second time. I think that maybe they are more intelligent then I had hoped. that was my last attempt. I did not really want to catch one of them. I just wanted to see their wings together moving. so many together all at once. to see the effect that my arms and loud bird cackle may have. and frantic head shaking. small islands protrude and wrestle the tide. some times we walk to them and pretend that we’ll stay for a long time and sleep. maybe become stranded, or declare ourselves castaways. but we walk along them clumsily because of the slippery rocks. we find little green globs of sea-life. they have a name but I’ve already forgotten. they remind me of stress relieving implements that you squeeze for a long time in hopes for quiet.