Streams of consciousness, currents of opinion, a couple drops in the ocean.
Here is a young writer testing the waters. She’s getting her feet wet. Dip, dip. Bracing for the cold rush, racing for the shore… Drip, drip. But barely out before she’s back once more. Now she’s in up to her elbows, treading past the shallows, away out of her depth.
And that, there, is the point.