Amongst a group of people (the CBK gang?) looking down at the coastline from Jake's place at Nepenthe. Someone points out a couple of leathery bodies on the shore and speculates that they were murdered. I say they could have come over in the debris from Fukushima. Images of the ocean saturated with trash. Sounding into clear water. Dark blue.

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I enter a vitamin shop in an indoor mall with an ambitious list of things to buy, including a tee shirt. Looking around I realize that I don't have enough money for anything but one bottle of my men's once-a-day. Walking away it inexplicably starts to drizzle inside the mall and I realize that I bought the wrong thing - something for the prostate. I go back to exchange it. The woman inside is not amused, doesn't want to take it back. Jesus, how banal.