A nickel sized sun makes the scene. There is sky and seawater and sand and some sort of sage-like shrubs. There is a very slight wind. Aspects that are not present are not seen; the reverse however is only partially true. A large, deep-greyish oblong, with a rhythmically morphing edge advances steadily through the seawater. A single cloud is moving a little slower than the probable shark; they are roughly the same size. The cloud resembles a dolphin, though if the landscape were a cemetery perhaps it would look like a ghost. The relation of sun and seawater create marble patterns on the sea floor; both marble and seawater involve similar or identical processes. The gargantuan fish passes two brown-black blotches, maybe conches or urchins or both. The scene, it might be said, looks appropriate and purposeful and thematic, but is literally no place. A seagull descends on the slightly blurry milk yellow shore flecked with shells or rocks or both. The gull flaps its wings and swiftly cocks its head back simultaneously releasing staccato cackles. The boat’s hull is repeating a noise like the door of a vampire’s castle. The boat’s mast is repeating a noise similar to a flagpole on a lonely Sunday. A dime sized sun, either totally new or just in a different position, now makes the scene.