...and something else

Two boats- a "Tiger" and something else... titanic, perhaps? - probably not. I suppose that sort of name has a heavy load attached to it. But then again, it would be a good excuse if it sank. As if god had the habit of stopping any too grand plans of mankind before they went too far. And yet forgetting the little, seemingly innocent plots which have added into a big thing and will eventually swollow the earth. Like small holes add up to a hell of a big grave.
I surely do enjoy living when Im actually supposed to do something sensible. Like bug peoples consience about the less fortunate. But it doesnt really work so well as men have become more immune to it. I suppose its more about finding the ones who care and squeesing the last out of them. The careless wont bother anyways.
So... the boats. I wanted to see if this river kind of a thing becomes a sea, but I think that this is as good as it gets, no point in going any further and spoiling it all. And besides, that tall, dark building is giving me a gloomy look, so I dont dear to go any further. Though I probably might anyways. But the boats here are a bit disappointing. That can happen if youre spoiled by living in a city by the sea.
... the rain has ended, so it seems... or maybe it didnt rain at all, but the pavement is wet just because of the moistness of a moody summer weather. It was evening when I walked through there and heard it. Or I didnt actually hear it. It was more like a feeling- sweet, sour tingle going through me and ending up in my heart. Then again, it might just have been a dream. You cann never tell with feelings . And you sayd that I am a true native. Instead of hearing I can feel the sound. It was that old boat screeching against the concrete dock... a sweet sour sound.
Here the boats are boring. As if they were dead, with less character, just passive receivers of the waves smashing against them. Not sending any emotions.
And I must say that its a very strange sound when a fly hits your ear.