The near future I often dream of.
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I remember this while watching. I watch it over and over.
That was the time. As evening fell, the wind stopped, the sea surface became clear, and I went surfing. That was in San Diego, wasn't it? Gazing alone at the Pacific, I wondered how those people were doing.
People from the neighborhood who had finished surfing greeted me, but I didn't return their greetings. I decided not to talk to anyone.
I decided to claim my own space and time and stand alone. I belong to no one and nowhere.
I often see such scenes, emotional scenes, in the near future. And then I'll probably think, 'I wonder if those people are doing well.'
I accept all of this as good.