Wrapped in a digestive absence the citizen of beachtowels opposes a dead eye to the inanity of the ocean’s endless flourishes, as though, perpetual spectator she already knew the myriad of plots there - expecting no watery mouth to pronounce the aggrandizing period. As – so we are told – the gods to demons the demons to neuroses are fled belly down, on her territorial towel she dreams of sex, food and money instead.
“I’m so bored. I hate my life.” - Britney Spears
Das Langweilige ist interessant geworden, weil das Interessante angefangen hat langweilig zu werden. – Thomas Mann
"Never for money/always for love" - The Talking Heads