Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsy turvies, bobs and button tops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nail parings, saliva and snow flakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fish bones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea
Dylan Thomas