Under the iron sea
I’m stuck. I can’t sleep and I sure as hell can’t write.
An Irishman compared himself to a dolphin. Dolphins break away from the flock every now and then to seek new adventures. They try to find new ways of making life bearable – silly things. They soar through the water. Yes, soar; they’re the birds of the sea. Anyway, dolphins, I recognise their need to leave.
Though I hold the answer in my hand, my hand is concealed inside my coat!
Toodle pip.
