put unbecomingly, this story is about a person searching for a blue piece of sea glass, a person speaking reminiscently to an (for the most part) unidentified interlocutor, and a person who, well, doesn't give much away.
put technically, the story is a meditation on time told over the tail end of thirty days on an uncanny island, thirty minutes of anecdotal retrospection, and thirty seconds of sheer denial.
