The sea didn’t love me—I am not stupid, no one loves me—but it didn’t ignore me. When I was younger, in bed at night, I swaddled myself in the blankets trying to make a tight embrace, but the exertion required ruined the illusion. In the sea, I didn’t have to drive this embrace around me. The sea swarms me, reaching up my body as I make my way in. The sea wants me.
