and the swell dropped like a catapult, totally filled with autumn. there was nothing to do but wait, and hear that sublime uncommissioned sound of the sea. those little curves lapping, forever reaching to kiss the clouds. do you see this? their sighing and sighing?

i still believe the sea can teach me things. like how there are people who just want to be alone with life! and then there are those who claim dreams. when i am alone here, in the sea, afloat, it tells me that there are holy lakes within us, crying out for sky. for a lift that we can almost catch if we just went with our guts and chased it like some crazed fisherman desperate for rapture. 

surfers are the best navigators, because forgetfulness is the property of all action. this brain damage is the core of things, like how we must love without any memories. i am the child of forgetfulness, like a chip in lamplight scattering shadows, and distances are no gain here and we are burnt all the harder for it. what does this mean? i don’t know, but it will be from now on. you can subscribe it on a monthly basis. the blog of expectation without desire.