Parker spent almost a hundred years in the ocean, isolated and exiled, before he finally just gave up. He did not feel that he could keep going. He beached himself, entirely intending to let himself rot there and die.

But he’d beached himself near a town, and he was soon found by a man named Ernest.

When Ernest found him, he was already so broken and listless he figured he was going to die and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

So he just stayed with him. He visited him, talked to him. He picked out debri and dirt that fell into his broken, wounded body.

And that was enough.

CS5

This is something of a prequel to my previous painting Falling Apart