[ braking the cycle ]
curioser. well, i went, i swam, i was severely burned. and all without lassi. darn my memory! it wasn't all bad though. i swam really far. i swam until i couldn't touch the bottom. then i swam some more. the ocean looks so... interesting... when you're trying to touch the bottom, at least when it's cloudy. after swimming my guts out i just tread water for a while in a futile attempt to catch my breath. then the waves tell me- try it, risk it all, grab some of that silty solidity in your toes my friend. so i go for it. after a couple pulls dizziness starts to creep in around my eyes and my brain starts screaming obscenities. then right before some tiny switch flips and tells me, "although you share many characteristics with your gill-bearning ancestors... WTF are you doing!!!! you crazy fool! you can't die here!!!" yeah, right before that, i open my eyes and look up... at infinite shades of brown, darkening coldly at the edges, flashing frightfully at the center. that's when i forget all about not having touched the bottom. suddenly, everything i need is at the surface. in no uncertain terms, i realize that the bottom is always only semi-solid. and even if you can't touch the bottom. all the solidity you need is something to hold onto. |
