On nothing, and everything really.

I walked to the end of the world yesterday. Following the line of the coast west, weaving through shipyards and spurts of visible economic growth, I made it. Started off the journey a bit lateish in the day, so my time was limited from the dispersing of the sun around 5, though it was already a bit scarce from the thick sea clouds. There is a part in the bay which Tallinn sits on, the left side stretches up and portrudes out into the gulf, constantly shrinking until it winds into the waves in a single point. I was followed by a swan for a bit, walking down the shore. It was sort of surreal until I realized it was probably just waiting for food from the likewise dispersed crowds of varied European tourists. Further up the point as the land shrunk in width and the sands moved into rocky outcrops for the crashing waves, one dirt trail interwoven with imagined paths over the tundra. A few abandon buildings rose and crumbled farther in, one rising hill covering half-submerged stone arches. The end of the point submerges into stone and sea and wind. Waves come in from all sides save that which you emerge from. It feels like the end of the world, waves in front and to all visible sides washing over your perception.
Unmitigated tiredness has been carrying me today, my nights extend to early morning conversations from over the world, hopeless flirting, followed by sleep and reemerging in coffee.