At 2am last night, I walked down to the shoreline of Brighton beach. I listened to the pebbles crunch beneath my feet, to the sea lapping against them. The light of the full moon glittered off the surface of the water, and a calm came over me as I relaxed and drew it all in.
This experience was marred slightly by the young man who ran down beside me to pee. Now, with each lap of the sea I thought: “Yep, that’s piss”.
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