lost in a sea, neither old nor young

Adrift is a good word. It describes so much without having to say "i feel like i really don't have any direction and the hope of finding land or fresh water (don't speak of food) any time soon". See what i mean. Who really wants to listen to that. You know that scene in the book with the old man and the fish and he's fighting this fish for what seems like a hundred pages and you don't think it will ever end, what if it never did end and he didn't have that raw fish to eat to keep his strength. Where would he be then. Dead probably. With the line wrapped around his hands being dragged accross the ocean floor for all of eternity. The fish would have a hell of a story though. Going to other fish with a hook in his mouth dragging the body across the ocean floor saying things like, "...and that was the last time i looked at a shiny object." I guess you could eventually feel sad for the fish. What if one day the hook fell out and he no longer had that story. Being defined as the fish with a human dragging behind him would follow him forever, or would it. He would lose his identity in a single moment and then from there what would he have left? Maybe he would decide to try for another one, another souvenir. Maybe this time he wouldn't be so lucky. The next old man might be stronger. And he would be eaten by sharks while tied to a boat. Now that is one heck of a Sunday.