The Paroles Of JK

You ever walk on the sand? If you live where I live, an hour away from the beach by the train, then it’s a ridiculous question, but still – you ever walk on the sand? Think about that sand, so soft between your toes. This isn’t a story about beaches, or sand, or even toes, although it starts with sand, and ends with beaches, and may in fact go via toes, although that is something I am not entirely sure of just yet.

Because you see, sand is just pounded up pebbles, which are pounded up rocks which are pounded up boulders which are pounded up mountains. A mountain carried to the sea, by water. To the water, by the water, in the water. Everything ends up by the sea in the end. When you’re buried, wherever your soul goes, those old bones of yours will decay, and you’ll end up in the sea in the end.

And some will end there sooner, rather than later. With bad luck you’ll end up there before, and Michael Voice had very bad luck.