Another day

The house has to take place in my mind before it can take place in the world. I need the shadows first, but they don't have anything to hang off of. There's something here about the signified and the signifier but I don't know what any of it means. I'm lost in this map, is what I'm trying to say, and I don't know how to say it.

I can hear the ocean when it's not overblown by the wind. It seems to have a romantic relationship with the sunlight, the way the waves play the rays off of them. Sometimes I go down there to look at the sand and the rocks, but lately I've been working too hard on this to get away.

At night the ocean seems quieter somehow, or further away.