I could live next to a place with water views. I would continue feeling deprived per diem. 
 
Like smuggling triplets, ocean sniffing is never private, I gasp before the beach driving home. High tide a big data glob crashing to earth.. on the armchair that night after the super moon — diodes in crimson, finding a soft spot for another fluke look-see next door.  
 
I watch a dying beach in a long line magnified ashore, ironically revived!