Two different thoughts form in two different corners of your mind. One is realistic, a natural, perhaps pubescent thing, the other a forbidden fruit of chaos and immorality. Both common, private things, but both utterly taboo. You’re hit by the sudden distinctive thrill that no one knows your secret dreams. Who has the right to predict your unspoken desires? As the moon rises, your thoughts rush as quickly as the waves to the shore, ebbing away at the sand, retreating to the depths, but then surging once more. Night approaches swiftly, and you know all is safe and protected. Those dark cornered thoughts scream out in frustration at being isolated, yearning to be set free to merge. With an abrupt loss of control, and yet willingly all the same, those demented longings careen forward from the desolate recesses of your mind in a wild frenzy, plummeting toward one another at the speed of light. With a sharp intake of breath, a moan of ...