Ocean June 21, 2014 11:57:07 AM – 11:59:33 AM

It was only the sense of wind, of sand, of darkness, of the distant functions of my body, the quiet (that was never quiet).

Impossible to get in there. It is all about the surface, I sailed around on the surface of everything.

I sailed across the desert, drifted across the sand. In every day remnants of meaning slid along with me. The northern lights quivering in your voice.