On the second day we invented the large boats, tall and wonderful as they strut out of our ports proudly, aimed for faraway shores. I remember it as if it is happening just now; a long, anxious walk to the waterfront, you nodding knowingly as we arrive in the early morning, almost before we wake up, the pale and slightly chilly air like a membrane of dew frizzling against the skin.
At first there was nothing, and for a second I was scared that the nothing was us. But then the morning air cracked with a deep sound like a long, hungry moan from the sea. Then more, more sounds and large shapes against the horizon. And we knew it wasn’t nothing between us, after all, it was just something new.
It was the second day of the world, and on the second day we invented the large boats.
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