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now in the other half of this book, the sea at work compared to the swamp from previous pictures; neatness apparent is there to fool me into thinking that nothing happens here; it in a sense as any abstract house glazing one out of the usual day humdrum; cleaning ones own shit in simple terms; sea is essentially a mover, bulk wise; its tides reach out with a plethora of discards, leaves most in preferred areas while it scours another one squeaky clean; then there is nowhere else to go trapped into cleanliness.