Archive for June, 2008

This is the same small sandy cliff as can be found above. It was riddled w/ skull-like faces, names (especially of the X loves Y forever genre), and also the largest and least skillfully done drawing of genitals I’ve ever seen, one set of which was labled clearly FUCK, and the other, YOU.

They’re hollow, filled with air, and some of them are still whole as bubbles when they hit the sand. We jumped on quite a few, slung more around and around and back out to the water, and watched the rest carefully. Thickish rivulets of water split the beach into sections, running out to the Pacific [...]

Cannot remember where on earth this was: why take it if it wasn’t Baltimore? Why would it have been Baltimore if I exited that airport only after sunset? Let’s pretend it was Baltimore. Nice people in that airport. Kind.

Something sort of perfect about this place. Don’t know if you can see it. If not, imagine.  Colleen lost me, because she could actually focus down on the actual individual books themselves, and I just wandered about breathing very deeply.