sea below, sky above
by crustacean island
another dispatch from the road…
All of my devices are fading. Batteries, electricity, camera, computer. Charcoal under fingernails, rubbed into cuticles. Almost-blond hairs everywhere, sunbleaching, sandy. Nail polish like chalk, dusted away, jagged. There’s a perfection in it, though. A sweet imprecision that goes straight to the center.
A lot of personal stuff, internal and external. What I’m doing here, the direction of my life. Focus, point. Redefining relationships, establishing new ones. Thinking about the future.
Floating on my back in the Aegean, belly full of homemade red wine and fresh-caught fish roasted over an open fire, sea below, sky above, mountains in the distance, I can’t find much to complain about though.