Masses of people going to and fro, like waves on the shore. Coming and going with the tide of societies expectation. Crashing and eroding ones sanity with the ethic of greed and consumption. The weight of the grains of more, add to the dunes of the never stable hills, on which one slides and digs into as they climb with hope of success.
Eventually the sea erodes so much around them, that they are like a small island to themselves. They claimt this is their identity, standing apart from the crowd . Unable to see that their isolation is their undoing and completes the work of erosion of true sense of communal identity. They are happy with each wave, depositing more sands upon their dune…and indeed crave what the seas are happy to continue to deposit in their consistent mindless actions.