Sometimes I get a little lost, you know? I get drowsy, drifting in and out, back and forth like a clump of seaweed in the shallow tide. I wonder, does seaweed daydream the way I do? Floating through its photosynthetic life, does it slumber and dream and finally come to rest on the warm sand of some quiet beach? Does it reckon or ruminate, consider or conclude, ponder or presume? No, no. Silly, seaweed has no use for dreams. Seaweed has no need for thoughts. Tumbled by the ocean’s turmoil, the seaweed does not know what waters it dances through. Seaweed does not know. Seaweed does not care. Seaweed is content to float aimlessly across the sea. Sometimes I wish I was a little more like seaweed.