Introspection, retrospection, and the art of immigrant living.
Friday, March 21, 2008
conversations with the sea
beach in the carribbean, courtesy travis brown
I've never been a beach-person, really. Water and I don't do well together; I can't swim, never tried to learn, and I've often had creepy dreams about drowning which, I think, imply sexual frustration according to Freud.
Anyway, that said, there is something to be said for a brief, quiet moment at the beach...as if you and the eerily calm sea were the only two people on earth and everything else around you had evaporated - as they should every once in a while