My travel buddy said, 'Let's go to a coastal town.' We drove three hours. We arrived. The coast was a parking lot. Behind the parking lot was a concrete wall. Behind the wall was the ocean. We could see the ocean. We could hear the ocean. We could smell the ocean. My buddy said, 'It's so serene. You can really feel the salt air.' I said, 'I can feel the parking lot. I can feel the asphalt. I can feel my lower back from the drive. The ocean is in the background. The ocean is the wallpaper. I am in the parking lot, buddy. The ocean is what you see when you look past eleven rows of Honda Civics.'