Maybe I can be one of those photographers who shoot pictures of driftwood? And maybe I can meet up with other strange people who shoot pictures of driftwood? We would meet once a month in a restaurant near the beach. And we would sit among old chairs and tables made out of driftwood. And we would bring our favorite photographs of driftwood, each one carefully cropped and matted. And we would order tuna sandwiches and herbal teas and maybe a slice of pie. And we would eat slowly and with great satisfaction.
But of course, we wouldn’t sit together.
