Saw two old men arguing politics in the park today, one waving a rolled-up newspaper like it still meant something. They didn’t even notice the kids playing tag between the benches, laughter bouncing off the same walls we used to climb when we were twelve and thought the city would belong to us. Same park where my father sat quiet after the arrests, same silence now, just dressed up in different slogans. They’re still fighting the same war, just forgot to invite the sea, which is probably why they keep losing. I walked past, said nothing. My boat’s due at three. When the net comes up light again, you don’t blame the fish. You blame the men who dammed the rivers and sold the coast.