I often wonder how humans got to where they are today on Earth. How did we become the most important creatures around here, commanding respect and admiration from every other living thing? And who exactly is this mysterious "human" being?
I recently read about how humans came to be on Earth, and it really caught my attention. The author mentioned that we emerged from the sea: We were born from the foam. It's a fascinating thought—like a poem that makes me want to explore the idea more. So I'm heading to Dublin to dive deeper into this concept.
When I arrive in Dublin, my goal is simple: I want to find this creature made from sea foam. I want to get so close to him that I can't resist leaving this planet.
Dublin welcomes me with sunshine, which is already impressive in the fall. I inhale the air, hoping it's unlike what I'm used to: What if my body doesn't even recognize it? The air has a flavor—a hue—and its own purpose.
Hundreds of voices fill the arrivals hall. I hurry out. I'm in a rush—yet I'm not.
I take a cab to my hotel. I sit comfortably behind the driver and observe the houses: attractive and simple, surprisingly gloomy compared to those I left at home. I notice the cab’s tight space. The driver, who never stops talking about the sights I should explore, makes me smile. I respond to his remarks and suggestions with a simple “yes” or “no.” The car halts at an intersection.
I spot a young guy in a yellow hoodie, skinny jeans, and a black coat. Our eyes meet, and he smiles. I feel so happy and light that I believe it's him in the moment's spark—the one from the sea’s foam. What will he do if I get out of this taxi now—right now—and say I've been searching for him? Will he smile the same way and offer to drop everything, inviting me to follow him into the deep sea to get lost with him and him alone? Could I do it without worrying about what the cab driver thinks?
I don't care; I want him so much that I'm ready to leave the cab. But then the driver tells me there's a festival next week, and I pause for just a moment. That moment is enough, and the urge to get out of the car disappears.
The hotel welcomes me with the news that my room is ready. If I want lunch, I can visit their famous Michelin-star restaurant. However, I'm not in a hurry.
I’m in a rush to find him—yet I’m not…
