Hatred By Monotony

A man stands on the shore of a beach.He sees the waves crash,he can smell the sand.He can hear only the waves.There's nobody else.The man begins to love the isolation.His own world,peaceful beach,lovely atmosphere.He enjoys it for a week,then slowly,his enjoyment begins to fade.Slowly,the smell of the beach fades.It's there only the instant you enter.For the man,it's been a whole week,with nothing else but a vast empty land of sand and crashing waves.He wanders,but sees only endless,clear sand with no sea-shells,no rocks,no signs of life.Just him in his world.Soon,he loses smell,he gains desperation.He runs,tries to swim.He swims and swims but collapses due to tiredness.He prays he'll drown,but he wakes up on the same shore.Soon,all he can hear is the crashing of the waves.The same monotonous sound,never too loud,never too soft,always there with the same pitch and fury.He hears it when he wakes up,he hears it while he's reminiscing,he hears it while he sleeps,he hears it in his dream.He sleeps with the waves.




Interesting dream,isn't it?