“It does not matter who you are. You know what you are physically, and that you’re in a kayak somewhere on the ocean. It only matters what you are, right now.”
This little book captures a man’s struggle for survival in one hundred and twenty unforgettable pages. During a sudden storm a man is struck by lighting while on his boat. When he wakes, he has no memory of who he is or where he is, only a vague feeling and idea of a woman who may be waiting for him. Everything becomes about survival, instinct, and making it from one moment to the next.
“He has no measurement of time. Time seems too specific a word to him. He thinks of whiles, moments – things less measurable. And for a long while he watches the stars, the thin double halo girding the moon, rocking to and fro, building his own constellations, finding his own patterns, drawing his own imaginary lines.” Continue reading “Cove by Cynan Jones”