Sometime Before 11/3/11

This time I knew exactly what I was doing, but the concept was so completely new to me, it was as though I had invented it, like a composer dreaming up a composition, a scientist a solution or a writer an idea. I thought this was inspiration, but I knew right away it was inspiration destined for another man. Quite possibly even the dreams or a reality of another man. // I was deep under water, the bombs were large but manageable manually, their strength was to be in their number; sparsely surrounding the fairly distant coastline would be ample. They were chained and bolted to mounts fixed into the sand of the seabed, allowing them enough length to move with the current and float above their mountings, the waters were not savage and clarity was good, the sand was gold in colour and lay in gradients like dunes. I had no idea of what the effect of what I might be doing would have, and no idea why I would be doing it, not whilst in the midst, nor in the immediate hindsight upon waking, what I did know, was that they were destined to blow.