the sea.
“It’s just. Perfect. Whenever I’m there nothing matters. It could be the end of the world, but there it is, unchanged, coming and going and inviting. It’s perfect and filthy and endless. Endless when you look at it, endless until it touches the sky like some sort of challenge. I can do it, can you? And no matter how peaceful it looks it’s dangerous, right there, just below where you can’t see, because what you can’t see is terrifying and desperately sad and beautiful and you’ll just never know. I love it. More than modeling or music or beer or air or food or sex or anything, I love the sea.
The sea, one day, crawled into the space between my heart and my soul and never left.”
