Crustaceans

There must be some sea life to speak of, even in a metaphor that's been developed and overdeveloped so to make all of a bit uncomfortable. There is a space museum in Vancouver that has a scupture of a crab with its claws raised and water spraying through the metal that sometimes shines in the sunlight. And this makes sense: the crab is to the ocean what we are to space, I think.

But are we scuttling beings in this ocean. We'd like to think not. We'd like to think that we are whales, or sharks, (or maybe whalesharks), but perhaps we should not imagine too quickly that we are this fluid. Like I've said, we get trapped in our social circles in ways that wouldn't happen if we were to sorts of beings to glide easily out of our little oceans. (And this means that if we are nomads, that we're a bit slow and sideways getting out of our circumstances.)

But maybe crabs have very good hearing. And they can hear through all of the many cluttering crashes of all of those waves; and maybe this means that, though they walk sideways (scuttle really) that they will at least be going in the direction that seems best and usually is best.

And the fountain, scupture, crab, pool in Vancouver is full of white noise (they like to shoot water off of things, like sculptures and rocks, in Vancouver).