This anchor, abandoned in quiet retirement, to return to air, within the aroma of the sea, the occasional wetting from rain and sea; to be reminded of its past lives. The caress of a rope, the curiosity of a bystander caught by the glimpse of a monster from the deep.
Is retirement a collective decision? The community decides that there is no longer a role for the potential ritiree as he (let’s agree that on this occasion it is a man) wanders aimlessly, perhaps scanning situations vacant, but the world has passed him by. “The world” is interested in other things, other dreams; he no longer looks the part of someone who can take to the stage.
