I had a revelation this morning. I was enervated by the cold sea breeze and a hangover. I was the only passenger sitting on the deck of the ferry, the rest were inside, probably trading stories. I was distractedly reading Ovid and listening to Madvillain on my iPod. A fogbank had silently and swiftly rolled in around the boat ensconcing it in a cottony mist; I could just discern the early-morning lights of coastal houses and it occurred to me just how massive this human experiment is, the sheer vastness of it, each person carrying around their limited framework of character and memory, interpenetrating and reacting to one another in an infinitely convoluted dynamism; far more complex than determining the forces of refraction at play in the waves upon which we were borne. It was revealed to me that this world is fucking insane.