They don’t tell you that when you live on the water you become attached to it. The return to land is less a return and more a queasy holiday from your true home. Any pause or loss of focus on the task at hand reminds you that you are not where you ought to be. Something isn’t right. The walls move around you and a wall to lean against is more comfortable than a chair.

Naturally, only constant movement eases the feeling of imbalance. Walking, running, driving, flying—back to the sea.