I for the first time started to write a novel in English.
It makes some bad guy appears in the story so mainly.
Hero is at a degree the one whom hero tries to revenge for his lost lover killed by the older one.

In other words, in novel, author is apt to draw the hero and his enemy in the same dimension.
Rather any other pals or pals of enemy are just other ones for hero, but only enemy could be the sole one who is similar to hero. It must be some alter-ego.

That novel’s last part as epirogue would be so nearer from now, and before expiring this masterpiece, the thing I can do only now I would write down this time.

Lonely guy is so suitable to be present along the cliff shore anybody who visits there could easily look around the ocean.
The one who are surrounded only by desperately protruding rock cliff and the landscape gives only to the lonely guy is so solemn, coz human was born on the ground of the earth and must die on the ground again.
Thus, sea or ocean is the thing which observes and witnesses the death of anyone.

Just coz of it, early morning of the lonely guy who stays at the area nearer cliff shore is so solemn and so devine.

I have an idea that anybody who once is born to the world must return to the sea.

At a degree, I anytime imagine that human’s history and future destiny only in the seashore return or sometimes rebirth at the sea or so.

Of course, gust, windy air along the coudy skies or temperature of those areas are entangled with each other. In conclusion, divinity of the presence of being alive for any human must be the guided travel by the sea stream and air stream along it.

Probably the God divinity must indwell the all those relations and all those entanglements to us.
Complexity or fusion in our mind toward the future in anxiety must keep us to stay at the lonely cliff shore anybody can look around the furthermore of the sea shore.

Salty scent, it gives us may have guided each of us where each one should be directed to, no destination was informed by anyone, no planning, no scheduling, but simultaneously our travel route was possibly destined already to any of us as each different one to the one.

Early morning air temperature and windy guidance to our mind to the future must tell us so devine traveling possibility, only with it, we could absolutely go forward in the shore air which can promote our mind to go out to the area of cove, cave and beach.

Only these are the things can tell us the process to trace to the unknown destination to each of us.

Anytime I go to these areas or just imagine that atmosphere, I feel guided to be the offshore by the air stream and waves in seastream, only the process is my future, in so larger circulation, I fantasmagorily may have been entangled to the whirlpool to the ocean.

Sea, shore is our birthplace, and graveyard either, so everlastingly to us.

(Feb. 24th. 2019)