Yesterday I went to the ocean. And they were all right, she was right, one feels like a real being, invisible, an amoeba that rides in spit. We can disappear so completely in it, it's like a heavy wing, a great hand of undoing.
I'm not friends with her anymore. But I still have her books on my shelf.
This is probably sad, but living on the coast has left me jaded after a few years. When I walk to work in the morning, I spend more time peering into people's windows than looking at the ocean. And that's with dolphins.
I'm exaggerating a little about the jaded part. In fact, I believe the ocean is just as spiritually refreshing as always, just that I don't make myself available to it. It's something with brain biology, eventually you always reset to baseline.
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I'm not friends with her anymore. But I still have her books on my shelf.
This is probably sad, but living on the coast has left me jaded after a few years. When I walk to work in the morning, I spend more time peering into people's windows than looking at the ocean. And that's with dolphins.
I'm exaggerating a little about the jaded part. In fact, I believe the ocean is just as spiritually refreshing as always, just that I don't make myself available to it. It's something with brain biology, eventually you always reset to baseline.
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