If this were a film, it’d be a mood piece, low on plot.
It could be a surf movie. Look at those guys over there.
Do you surf?
No.
Do you?
No. I’m happy not surfing.
So let’s spice it up. Suppose … suppose there was a coast monster.
You want it to be a monster movie?
Sure!
Tell me about your monster.
He wants to die, and can’t. He’s very old, very ancient. He’s seen the rise of humanity, from beginning to end. And he’s sick of it … You can hear him shouting at night sometimes.
Is that what he does: shout?
Sure – from pain. Like dull pain. One day … one day he’ll just devour us all.
What’s stopping him now?
Hope. Stupid hope.
Work in Progress 