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It is unfathomably soothing to let the word why erupt out of you until it takes up the space of an entire room.
Things I want: to see a whale, to not talk to anyone or be killed, french fries, friendliness.
A collage: Fire-inflected circle, horizon line on the vertical. A woman with pink hair bending over. Our strangeness an attempt to smash back into the natural world.
I look back at the beach, stripped driftwood gleaming in a kind of silver pile of horizontal textures: sand, rock, clouds, white glow of backlit clouds. There are ridges in the sand, tough enough to resist my footprint.
My boredom feels like an aesthetic challenge.
