I was in the park this morning before work, sitting with a café con leche, and there were three men arguing about whether the government should do something about the fishing quotas. One of them kept saying the market will fix it—the market, as if the market has ever looked at a small boat and seen anything but an obstacle. I listened to them talk past each other for ten minutes, nobody hearing nobody, and then I thought about my father telling me when I was young that most arguments in the city are people trying to win instead of trying to understand. The sea doesn't argue with you. It takes what it takes, and you either accept that or you go broke. Maybe that's what the park needs—less winning, more accepting how things actually work.