The Lonely Fisherman stands by, he feels infinitesimal next to the ocean but omnipotent compared to the minnows in his bait net. He wonders how he can hold these two conflicting truths inside of him. "What role do I play in this world? Do I make a difference at all? Will I be remembered?" The same questions that come to him each time he stands at the edge of the jetties. In that moment wonders why he even goes. Fish swim passed and catch his eye, he's quickly reminded as to why he's there. The painful feelings pass and he casts his net. The sun rises and he's content for a while. I am The Lonely Fisherman. (Background expanded with Photoshop generative A.I)