Tabula rasa.

It was a windy day at Plimmerton beach and I swam in where the waves were breaking and let them wash away all but my sense of balancing forces. It was quiet in the nurse's office except for the fizz of the nitrogen as it froze the warts on my foot. I am a scraped tablet, I'm ready to write my mind on now. Perhaps I shouldn't approach the internet in this vunerable state.