Merisusi

A thoughtful narrator sets out on a fog‑laden voyage across San Francisco Bay, where the mist wraps the deck in a quiet, almost dream‑like hush. He reflects on his routine trips to a winter retreat in the hills, his love of Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, and the simple pleasure of watching a new ferry cut through the water. The scene is painted with crisp details of the ship’s layout, the hiss of steam, and the subtle choreography of crew and passengers.

Onboard, a striking red‑bearded sailor breaks the narrator’s reverie, challenging his philosophical musings with lively questions about the bay’s currents and the raw power of the tide. Their banter intertwines literary critique—mentioning a recent essay on Poe—with the practical language of navigation, creating a lively clash between high thought and hard‑won sea knowledge. The encounter hints at deeper tensions and the promise of further adventures as the vessel threads its way through the ever‑shifting fog.